The Inkwell

Elusive

Salford, Tuesday 26th July 2016

The Angler’s Lament

By Brian F Kirkham

In response to the prompt
Elusive

Sitting on his unfolded seat of Green

The Angler surveys the nets he’s between

With his hook he’s gone to and fro

but for his labour – not a lot his nets show

He casts out new lines – brimming with bait

(making sure his arm is straight)

and looks at luncheon as he waits

Another cup of tea he’ll pour – listening to tales on Radio 4

But what’s this , a noise ? Not far away

a familiar noise – the fish are at play

for by next door – in another basin

are those fish underwater – who’s laughter is raisin’