Poetry Blogs (fish)
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
Those huge white flakes of fish
And the mashed potato dish
Have stayed in my memory
For sixty years
I remember the potato, creamy soft
Had a seasoned, peppery waft
And the choice of sauces:
Egg or parsley
It must have been a whole side of cod
I remember my grandfather like a god
Slowly stood to serve the fish
Separating the flakes
The etched glass...
Thursday 7th December 2017 2:41 pm
Stirred with a little spoon, the teabags swim
Like carp in golden liquid, fin to fin.
Wednesday 1st March 2017 6:41 pm
The other night I dreamt a strange dream of a fish that I’ve been thinking about ever since
What follows below are the events.
The fish was long and silver and it lay in my arms swaddled in cloth like a child
(The fish had no name).
And though I was repulsed by it I felt deeply that it needed affection, and
Perhaps I needed the same.
So I held the fish in my arms and though it did not sp...
Friday 18th November 2016 3:34 pm