Fantasy fish

fisherman

Craving to own
a fish alone,
begot he as his tool
a mid-day brawl.

His son and woman
bellowing, “Amen,”
butted their neighbours
bereft their armours.

Fate, his faithful mate,
marched, but in haste,
parodying him of a mule
and driving us to school.

Lost he his fight
his terrific sight,
his woman and son
and his single loin;

Oh! for a fantasy fish.

 

Copyright © February 4, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay

16 thoughts on “Fantasy fish

  1. Beautifully written as always, Newton. 👏🤗❤️
    I love the flow and the powerful imagery of your piece. This is one of those poems to be read aloud at an open mic for its gorgeous images and musicality (even though I myself wouldn’t kill a fish as I am vegan, unless I had nothing else to eat and was risking imminent death, haha, well, after all, it is a fantasy fish). 😉
    So glad to reconnect with you. Been busy lately and have almost no time for wordpress.

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