Trout
By onemorething
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There is a seethe
where two currents meet,
and girdled by water,
a trout feels the river.
Breathe, swaddled
by mist, soar, and
in the silence of time,
be in the freedom
of joy, of inner flight.
When the moon rises,
lily-white, these fish
feast beneath stars,
though a trout is a fool
for a mayfly - we are all
a fool for someone - and
leaping, he speaks
his fishbones, sharp
words for daylight
and the hatched crescent
of a mayfly; long-tailed,
short-lived, but being
both ancient, are lost
to the struggle
of the honesty, the fullness
of an imperfect world.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Winslow_Homer_-_Leaping_Trout.jpg
Also on Twitter: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:August_Schaeffer_-_Alpine_Lake.jpg
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There was a piece on
There was a piece on Winterwatch about the perilous journey trout undertake when spawning (although it may have been about salmon.. I forget). You have captured the essence of this magnificent fish perfectly :)
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I love this. Quiet and smooth
I love this. Quiet and smooth, like its subject matter.
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You capture the idea of
You capture the idea of struggle, the shift of having to come to terms with moving forward, yet making the most of each moment that shines like the moon.
Just another of my understandings of your poem Rachel, yet I'm probably completely wrong.
Jenny.
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I don't think I've read a
I don't think I've read a single poem by you which was underhwelming onemore - you're on a roll!
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This is so beautiful! I
This is so beautiful! I thought at the beginning that would be my favourite bit, but it just went on and on being perfect. Agree with Insert, these poems of yours are beyond magnificent
What does "he speaks his fishbones" mean?
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Lovely
...quiet and lovely.
best
Lxx
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I love the picture of "a
I love the picture of "a trout feels the river." And the contrast with the mayfly. The lesson I take away - and this is my aged age talking - is to feel the flow of life as it streams past. Another wonderful poem from your sharp pen.
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