Fishing

Flies cast across its breadth.

One black and green, the other garish red.

Whilst picturing in my mind's eye

the beauty of this place.

 

From the calm,

 a volcano erupts.

Rod bends, but doesn't break

Line tightens its noose around your neck

as you start

one final frenzied dance

as,  kicking and screaming

I drag you , nearer,nearer nearer.

 

The game played out

you lie exhausted,

imprisoned in a net.

Awaiting the final rite.

© Paul O' Neill 2012

 

Reviews

[lisat]

MMMMM, sounds idylic.

[Dale Pavolko]

This is why the world is in so much trouble. God went on a fishing trip and
just forgot about us. I really can't blame him I am going to do the same
soon as I get a chance.

You have done fine with this not the old man and the sea but still a little
vignette and hey you caught a fish that is always a plus but not necessary
since even a bad day of fishing is hard to beat.

[Pól]

Go raith maidh agat