Sushi Circle,
a counting poem

One cog oiled
with slick of eel. Two
demi-gems of shrimp,
no peel. Three plates
wobble to and fro;
each holds four heaps
of glistening roe.
Salmon with five tiger
stripes ride six saucers
through the night. Seven
strips of orange frill
trimmed from eight
great tentacles. Nine
beasts I am loathe to try
turn ten as the eel
again throbs by.

Sarah Sloat

Sarah Sloat ( will eat any animal that is made of chocolate, head first. She blogs at