I haul you in,
I, the Fisher Girl
and you, my greatest prize.
You lie, wet and shining,
in the bottom of my boat,
weak, frail, spent.
You are dying.
Caught in my net, trapped too long.
You flounder feebly in the bilge.
You open your mouth,
whistle, like a dolphin, or a bird.
Accusations I half understand.
I give you back to the ocean,
watch you drift away,
each of us in our element
both gasping like fish out of water.
Oh I do like this poem – deep in many ways!
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Thanks Grace! Glad you enjoyed it!
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What an interesting piece, I really love the fantasy element 🙂
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Thankyou Mishka, and likewise for tweeting it… you are a very lovely lady!
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