Slim Streak



Eager feet splash through waste water slapping

cold old tired tiles, veterans of thousands

upon thousands of corns and bunions,

of verrucae, of toes and heels, of shouts

and screams and nervous chilly chatter.

Into the blue he climbs, my little fish, my slim

streak in a pool of pale blue and refracted light,

and he paddles away, a duckling submerged,

thrashing, splashing through the coiling surface

of the pool, pushing himself from side to short side,

and end to long end with constant effort

and endeavour to be a swimmer…


Malek Montag

Rochester, 2017


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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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