Night fishing

Cherry

By queen beatle

Fri, 02 Oct 2026
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Just us—two cocklepickers,

no sense of depth—

in his bobbing, starving cask.

 

The wreck we'd waited for—

dived down to dream about—

lay cratered, strange

and shattered.

 

Under boards gone soft and

slimy with sylphweed

and prised apart,

we found fey treasures—

 

but I fled them, left the gilt

to flake away the ribcage,

to glitter the lilting seabed.

 

My old rowboat creaks

above the wreck now,

over the bones and wings

left waiting.

 

Now and then, disturbing

the slicking salt skin,

it wavers up to me—

a dim, deep glow.

 

Now and then, the line starts

twitching.

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Comments

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Just love fishing at night Morwenna, fishing is wonderful in the rain also, cleanses the soul.

A bit of advice, these days fishing is just as popular for women anglers. Chess too ... younger days it was mostly only boys. But the girls are still just as popular. Very good for making friends.

For meeting people science clubs astronomy all of that, dancing school or church is excellent as well as other social sport. Forget about pubs drinking places dating agencies and websites classified's mail order brides etc that all is serious trouble. A fool and his money are soon parted.

Off on a tangent again.

"Now and then, the line starts twitching."

Love your poem! You are always very original
Keep well! Tom

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

It almost made me want to go out on a lake at night.