Trojan Fish

Red as fox
Cold as night
Handmade in South African markets years away

Empty as vase
Old as life
Hanging still in my bedroom watching waiting

Bumpy as stones
Rusty as mould
Drifting down a forever long river lost in its own world

Smell of sea
Taste of salt
stuck with me no matter what

Bold men shouting
Long ropes pulling
My Trojan fish protecting from terrors of the world