Big Fish in Masvingo Lake

There’s a big fish at the bottom of Masvingo lake.

Old, fat, and ugly, it won’t be caught

 

I glimpsed it once, on the end of my hook;

Thought I had it, saw its cruel, fierce eyes

  

The fishing isn’t good in the lake.

The big old one has eaten almost all the others.

People still come to try and catch it

 

Maybe if the lake dries up

It will be found there at the bottom

Wriggling, squirming:

They say the lake will dry up one day

 

I can’t wait that long.

It can’t live for ever.

Next year I’m coming back with fresh tackle, new bait

 

Africa

The Reluctant Volunteer ►

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Isobel

Sat 20th Feb 2010 18:53

There's nothing like having a dream is there? I liked this one.

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Jeff Dawson

Sat 23rd Jan 2010 22:42

Hi Greg, as an angler I could well identify with this, can feel the struggle and eternal hope we have! nice one, cheers Jeff

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Greg Freeman

Tue 15th Dec 2009 23:24

Thanks for your comments, memories and expert angling tips! This poem originated from a dream that I wrote down the next morning, before it got away. My nephew spent his early years in Zimbabwe and developed a passion for fishing while he was out there. Maybe that's where it came from.

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 15th Dec 2009 22:56

I'm with you Greg, an angling eternal optimist. Tight lines!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 15th Dec 2009 12:17

Loved this.
We had a catfish of enormous proportions, a village legend. It was never caught. Not really sure it ever existed; but we kids watched for it constantly. One day a waterlogged tree trunk nearly gave us hysterics.

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Cate Greenlees

Tue 15th Dec 2009 10:52

Yep ..... them there oldies can be canny buggers!!
Cate xx

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