Saturday, 18 January 2014

A Poem a Day (50): Fishing

This grey ocean flicks and turns
Writhing, the current strong;
Strips of cloud roll across
Thrown by an invisible hand

Piercing this picture
A majestic eagle cuts the wind,
Swift at break-neck speed,
Sharp talons outstretched

With powerful dark wings raised
It breaks the surface rippling,
Sinks into the chilled depths
To scoop a silver fish

Wriggling to win freedom
It senses the uselessness
Gripped between these feet
Rising into the yawning sky

copyright Vickie Johnstone

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