Fish

Memories of a glass bottomed boat

Poetry

Rhodes, 18th October 2018

Watched with intent

As Mediterranean blue

Mixed with Aegean aqua

Travelling over waves

As crabs met tentacles

Admiring the land lubbers

Shellfish communicate with conch

The shows about to start

As hermit crabs scuttle towards the bigger fish

In an instant they appear

Waving a fin or a tentacle

In the greenest of blues

Catch of the day

Passes along the hull

To say hello and goodbye

Seagulls Lament

Animals, Birds, Breakfast, Character, Poetry

#Promptuarium

ow

I suppose you thought that was funny ?

here I am sat by the bins

enjoying what could be my only meal for miles

and you decide to disturb my breakfast

Innocently enjoying the fish in the box

then over my foot comes this big heavy rock

expecting me to just fly away

I was too busy eating – no time to play

If I were human – I might have had words

but thing is being feathered – I’m only a bird

you wouldn’t want my beak coming round you to peck

so why use a big stone – I could have broke my neck!

I should count myself lucky – it wasn’t from a gun….

but disturbing my breakfast – wasn’t much fun

so i’ll return the favour – when you come back from the shop

expect something to land – coming down with a plop!

Breadcrumbs

Acrostic, Food, Poetry

Salford, 11th August 2018

 

Breakfast time comes early for

Resident aviators in Salford’s skies

each one has their favourite dish

and some occasionally go for the fish

down below in the waters of the dock

caution though…avoids the shock as

resident birds fall on bread and cake

until the sun through the clouds breaks

maybe they know of the change in the air

but they’re happy being fed … so haven’t a care

La Mer

Character, Poetry

21st July 2018

#Sea #Mer #Water

Take me to the sea.

It’s the blue stuff most of the sea creatures rely on

It’s home for the whale, the shark and even the dolphin

(though you’ll never see the dolphin taking its waters)

forever being topped up by mother nature

and the clouds in the skies

What its favourite pastime ? Creating waves

If the boats want to take them on – let them

Navigating their way by sail to unseen treasures

Down in the deep

Another Winters Morning

Canalside, Fishing, Water, Waterside

Fishing

As the mercury begins its annual retreat

the angler keeps a watch

the winter water, dark and cold

as silvery sources flicker

 

Hot air turning to almost fog

as chair it rests on sawn up logs

and line it sits, still, with great aplomb

as angler watches for a flicker

 

The float bobs away

in the ice cold soup

slight winds make it bob and loop

but not yet beyond its line it stoops

 

Ripples in water – give something away

as down in the depths – something does play

so sat angler waits – and beef tea he does pour

whilst listening to sports news on Radio four

 

But then there’s some action – could that be a Pike ?

the float swings round wildly – It’s the chain off a bike

and bubbles arising ? – the laughter of the fish

who’ve stopping being put on the wall or a dish

In Flight

Animals, Birds, Poetry

Salford 26th August 2017

The aviators are circling again

looking for a suitable place to rest

whilst the sun is high in a northern sky

 

Gliding from roof to roof

checking out the pickings

in lined up gardens

 

Unafraid and Unabashed

to businesses back yards they’ll pip

for some chucked out fish (or stray chips)

 

Or land in someones home back yard

looking in food bins for some fish from a tin

or filleted bones that’s been left there in