I want to paint

the ocean waves crashing down on the ground, the way sharks manoeuvre around the ocean bed, the marine life living deep down in the Mariana Trench.

I want to paint

a short fin Mako shark speeding through the seas like a cheetah under water, a torpedo like great white shark stronger than a tiger, an old Greenland shark sadly blind but over 320 years old, a tiger shark as tough as a lion, scouting for it’s pray.

I want to paint

the taste of salt water as people swallow accidentally whilst swimming. The smell of raw blood as marine predators bite down on it’s pray. The sound of waves dashing and crashing on the shore. The memory of the first shark I looked eye to eye at.

I want to paint the end of this poem.