ooh, you say the nicest things
T)O(
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From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On
Behalf Of arthur seeley
Sent: 03 August 2002 18:12
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Subject: Re: The fishermen
Just caught this one Terri. Some lovely stuff going on here. The second
stanza where blackcurrant bushes are extended into the simile of sticky jam
for the air is witty and precise. Great last line too. Proof of glory is now
in the memory where it will no doubt grow beyond the reach of his arms.You
know my propensity for music. I am delighted by the assonance in the
penultimate line. Regards Arthur.
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From: "alderoak" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, August 02, 2002 9:59 PM
Subject: new: The fishermen
> The fishermen
>
> around the settling ponds
> a dozen dotted priests
> observe the murky depths
>
> the air between
> the seedy grass and blackcurrant hedges
> sticky as jam
>
> the learning disabled
> out on a trip from the Marlene Reid
> point with unembarrassed arms
>
> at the lad who is landing
> his fourth fish ever
> surrounded by strangers
>
> a gunmetal carp
> scooped from a pool of tomato soup
> and let go
>
> Terri )O(
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