The Inkwell

Off the Hook

An acrostic poem on fish – from my notebooks – enjoy

Fish fly up the stream

In expectation that they

Should spawn their offspring

Hopefully

Freely Swimming in the water blue

Is a small nipper fish with its

Seventy-Seven brothers and Sisters

Hoping to avoid the small child’s net

For every free fish in the water,

Is the unlucky sole

Served in coastal restaurants in

Home made breadcrumbs, and tartar sauce

Flotsam and jetsam, caught

In a passing net

Seared in a pan, and dished up as the

House special

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.