Hi Terri,
This one grew on me as I felt a little ambivalent about it at first. I
wondered what the priests were doing there then realised they were the
people fishing. Very mixed images though, and the food metaphors, jam and
soup. I enjoyed it all though, the curious excitement of catching a fish, a
very ancient activity.
bw
James
>From: alderoak <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: new: The fishermen
>Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2002 21:59:56 +0100
>
>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(
bw
James
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