It's Still Life

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