Paper fish

A variation on another poem I wrote.

With metallic clouds,

darkness gathers.

From the tumbling sky,

my shoulders splatter.

Street puddles boil

and gutters clatter,

while bullfrogs assert:

What does it matter?

The vat in the sky is now released

to soggy sidewalks and mirrored streets.

And neon lights flaunt lucent streaks.

Had water been wine, could I serve a feast?

For today,

I compare myself to a corporate fish

whose shoes go squeak

and swoosh and swish

near buildings that sit

like sunken ships.

So I'll mop up my misery

and swim away

through chlorinated walkways

this wet Wednesday.

It's down to a drizzle,

though come what may,

I'm a sidewalk fish

in this city today.

Reviews

[Ruth]

You write poetry as a canvas, magnificent...the scene lures me into a rainy, hazy atmosphere, hard to see my way out and the finale only adds the crushing...brilliant...

[Relic]

Much appreciated Poppy, thanks. :)

[andrew mitchell]

some relic magic here tim, fine entertaining, a write to ponder.

[Relic]

Thanks very much andrew.

[Kittenincake]

"near buildings that sit
like sunken ships," perfect imagery, captivating.

[Relic]

Thank you Kitten.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Relic, amazing moving imagery a very smooth read from start to finish. I love these little fish you paint :) Izzy

[Relic]

Thank you very much. :)

[Island Hippy]

You're welcome

[writ rajat]

nice stanzas in till 'matter' and 'scatter' nice one thing i want to tell you can make it a song in my next film if you agree

[Relic]

No thanks.

[Gee]

Images conjured are vivid, really well written , tripped of the tongue from first word to last letter.

[Relic]

Thank you. tripped of the tongue?

[Gee]

Flowed beautifully...

[Relic]

:) Thanks.

[Lorry]

You really threw up some amazing images with your words here Relic, like a kaleidoscope, ever changing from one scene to the next, flashing images of the insanity that surrounds us but we rarely question. The last line really lingers, leaving me with the thought of wondering if a paper fish would be happier or sadder out of water.
I think I'll need to start calling such days paper fish days, when we see but can't quite believe what we are seeing around us, and the confusion that others see it too, but act like it is normal. Personally, I think we are all paper fish, pretending we are something more important.
Superb piece of writing. Very thought provoking.

[Relic]

Good review, thanks so much. :)

[R J Askew]

What a charming read. It skips along throwing up some gorgeous little images in a a light rhyme sauce. I like the little fish. It seems a good way to be.

[Relic]

Thanks so much R J.

[KWP]

Oh - I like this - a great read down the page and smooth, so smooth. Funny you mention Bullforgs and I mention toads - must be the day for these amphibians.

You paint lovely pictures my fish friend, I do hope you find a drain to take you to a river or sumfin X

[Relic]

LOL, thank you KWP.

[wordman]

well my friend you painted some lovely images

[Relic]

Thank you, Wordman.

[wordman]

my pleasure,loved the image as well