The Word Is Fish
I grabbed my jacket – stood there in
an irritable wind and silver-tip waves,
there in that howling hour of low tide
and slow seeping mist.
The wooden doors rattled
on the boathouse, a half-falling down
thing painted the colour of yellow paper,
and its damp timbers – a smothering
scent reminiscent of a slight headache.
And there below the dock was a fish
with an ugly grin and inky eyes, a fish
as large as a Tolstoy novel is daunting.
At least that’s how I’ll tell the story
about that fish I let get away.
for Fandango’s One Word Challenge: “Fish” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay #FOWC on Twitter ©Misky 2021
Leave a Reply