Posted in Art, Poetry


plain-spoken trout
sought for its glimmer
tasty, flaky white

blushing fins, find
the riparian cold
captured ripples, bold

swam along with ease
one thought in mind
to fill its belly -caught.

A choice of fish/ to be/ extraordinary/ live mysterious/entwined and land-locked/rather/ run free.

3 thoughts on “Trout

    1. Not quite… but definitely moving in the right direction. Reading Ted Hughes (Sylvia Plath’s husband) who wrote quite a few animal poems and inspired me to try. The book definitely put me in a different mind set. Are you getting ready to fish soon? I am, we are, too busy remodeling, packing and moving to enjoy the peace of fishing… 🎣 and, until i learn to take the fish off the hook…😨 i will end up on the bank, reading a book. 😂

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      1. It is supposed to be in the 60s here Wednesday and Thursday so I have my fingers crossed that I have time to get yak on water. Hope your packing goes well and if you get to the river remember pictures are a must.

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