King Fisher

King Fisher

She’d long mastered baiting--
knew well how to gauge
all that lay hidden
from the surficial stage.
With each phase of the foray,
and each line that she dropped
she plumbed depth and character:
currents below and aloft.
So she cast out down current
with just the right weight
a lure that would dazzle~
in sunlight titillate:
attracting pelagics
to the predator’s fate.
Then she wove nets of metaphor
and laid them out straight
as if she meant nothing by them
lest she make wary the prey.
Fine and taut she did stretch them
that they’d go unseen
well upsea of the reef
where she, fisher queen,
chose a pole, thick and mighty
to search the benthos for her King.

Callaghan Grant June 1, 2013
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
MUU-HUU-haahahahahaaaaaaa... SNORT!
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cafetwo2010
You're a woman of such extraordinary wit and
perception dear that only those who've walked
the razors edge would dare fish in your pond.professor kiss
cafetwo2010
Um... I mean..grin
CailinCallaghan
"And", Yes. doh

Must everything be an "either/or" situation?
cafetwo2010
And yes..cause if one is gonna walk a fine line, either
they're on it..or not.teddybear
CailinCallaghan
There's a "place" where the extremes come together...
and differences disappear. There it's no longer "either/or" but both: We. Yin/Yang/Tao... The razor's edge.

But I take your point.

'Tis a sign of mastery that one comes prepared for all eventualities, don't you think?

I don't think we're supposed to be chatting here tho... wink
cafetwo2010
Tis quite manifest..bouquet
douggie1955
stunning DJ
shadow1950
Cailin much enjoyed this deeper that you first think poem teddybear bouquet hug kiss wine
Jyonnah
My, my, Cailin! A fisherwoman after my own heart! laugh rolling on the floor laughing I laugh at fisherman who use just about clothesline rope to catch fish. No sport in that!dunno giggle I always use an ultra light rod with no more than 4 lb. test to reel the huge bass and trout in. But I know you're speaking of men not fish! And this made me laugh heartily! You are truly an artist with words. Bravo, dear Lady Cailin! thumbs up heart wings teddybear daisy
CailinCallaghan
Thank you to all who appreciated the poem. It is always a great pleasure to amuse and entertain. heart wings

Yes I am definitely fishing with words and when I find the dear man I mean to have the gear to haul him in, and I'm not lookin' for bait fish or drifting pelagics. Normally I prefer to don my dive dive gear and sport a spear gun and go groping for grouper, but I'm looking for something big enough that he could make a meal out of me had he a mind to-wow-so I'd best wear him down breathless from above before I try to land him proper. That's the plan... uh oh <SNORT!> Could be my very last best effort, after all.

There goes me with the metaphor again... wave I'm always talking and thinking and observing in layers. cool Must be all the scorpio in my chart... dancing

Thanks again to all of you for enjoying this with me. teddybear bouquet
weemick1960
Hi Cailin, I enjoyed the read. I am sure that you shall indeed land your king and with him all the joys LOVE HAS TO OFFER. Keep the Faith always.
The Dark Man.
Macduff5
Hi Cailin,
You've lifted the bar with this one. It's not often I have to consult my dictionary when reading a poem on here.
I love your extended metaphor. Now you've got me truly worried...a fisher queen no doubt sending out your burley of words to hook a big fish. I hope it's not a shark. A clever conception well written. wine bouquet
CailinCallaghan
Thanks so much, Rob. That's very welcomed feedback as I love challenging my readers just enough that they are willing to look up a word now and again. I think a writer should aspire to edify while they entertain and that is certainly a goal of mine.

This is the poem that came out as a result of that exchange we had (you and me) so you are a catalyst! Thank YOU!

It is hard for me to believe but this poem pretty much wrote itself. After our exchange I came in and sat down at the word processor and, within 30 minutes, it was done. All I had to do was get out of its way... See what I mean? I am no more a poet than a pencil is a writer. I'm more a conduit than anything else. Ah, or better yet, and more apropos: a grail. To get it to fill with something lovely all I need do is empty it of "me". heart wings Thanks for helping me find inspiration, my friend. teddybear
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