Wednesday, 25 January 2012

stone #25 - fishing

In my daydream I became a fisherman,
casting a net of starlings over a cloud,

army helicopters were distant silver buoys,
marking the spot where the horizon joined up

with the earth. A wily bystander was a buzzard,
hunched in a tree, a crooked figure draped in a greatcoat.

Believing in other ways of fishing, he cast his own net onto the road,
onto a meal prepared by a car, and picked at the formless red interior,

his head moving with sharp, little movements, his yellow eyes
crystalline, vast; and above, the clouds kept shifting,

and the starlings had gone.


teri said...

I love the journey of this stone.

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Teri - all elements were seen on a car journey today, so it was a journey that I wanted to capture.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very vivid descriptions here, excellent

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Juliet!

Rena J. Traxel said...

Neat. I love the unexpected.

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Rena for visiting.