I have enjoyed this and all the interesting crits - I have been mackerel
fishing a couple of times and it is amazing how the silver fish will bite on
an bare hook.
The last line is great, but I think you should consider the suggestion
(already made)of putting it at the beginning - it is a good hook (too)
Terri )O(
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From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf
Of Sally James
Sent: 21 August 2006 17:11
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Subject: new sub Wales
Wales.
The mountains don't swoop down to the sea
here like kamikaze seagulls. They tumble and fall
splash against boulders in the raw wind, send
spray bouncing and spitting onto the beach.
Oyster catchers balance on rocks, wait patiently
for a change of tide, a shoal of fish. Mackerel
unaware of the dangling hooks, bite bait that beckons
their silver fins a flash of light squirming
on the end of a line. The sea, grey, even in summer,
frowns like an old man with white whiskers
sparkling pebbles with his tears. And all the time
the boats rock in his arms, and the sun wears
clouds for shades. I capture this impression,
pastel in haste the silver shine on ancient granite
and before the old man can change his mind
and swallow the sun.
Sally James
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