All Summer I hunted Carp in the canal, my new
obsession, those things
full of deep cunning, but shy as door-mice.
Mornings they would slobber like feeding pigs,
or jump straight through the mist-covered surface
and shatter the silence like breaking glass.
When they are wary they sink to the bottom
and stay there,
like a submarine with its engines off and everyone statued.
Now I hunt a different kind of prey. It begins
as a word or a feeling, my pen and ink
catches the breath, does the reeling.
Stalker.
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Love the premise, close to my heart.
I'd say a couple of clichés let it down?
I think the poem redeems itself in the final 2 stanzas.
Nice closure.
I've had a bit of a go at this poem. Only because I think it could be something great with a bit of tinkering.
Cheers
Kris
Love the premise, close to my heart.
I'd say a couple of clichés let it down?
Should also be 'dormice'shy as door-mice
Not only a cliché, but I think it does the mighty carp an injustice. They gulp for sure, but 'slobber like pigs' I don't think that simile works particularly well?slobber like pigs
If I must continue on the cliché road (which I must) "shatter(ing) the silence like broken glass" is also another well-trodden trope.or jump straight through mist covered surface
shatter(ing) the silence like broken glass.
I think the poem redeems itself in the final 2 stanzas.
Not sure "everyone statued" is required?like a submarine with its engines off and everyone statued.
Nice closure.
I've had a bit of a go at this poem. Only because I think it could be something great with a bit of tinkering.
Cheers
Kris
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Just been watching Whitehouse and Mortimer Go Fishing. They were after carp (crucian, apparently). Beautiful fish (and I'm no fisherman).
A few good pointers there from Kris, and I'm with him on the virtues of the final stanzas.
Cheers
David
P.S. It's a sort of rewrite of Heaney's "Follower"?
A few good pointers there from Kris, and I'm with him on the virtues of the final stanzas.
Cheers
David
P.S. It's a sort of rewrite of Heaney's "Follower"?
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Last stanza is very good. Perhaps 3rd stanza should be in past tense like the previous two. I'd be rid of the broken glass.
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
Cheers Kris.
It needs re-writing and the cliches need sorting out but glad you like some parts of it. I used to be mad about fishing when I was younger-getting up at 4 o clock in the morning, or even night-fishing by myself. Always felt there was a metaphor between fishing and creativity/writing.
David- I'll have a look at the piece- have been reading a bit of Heaney so that might be the reason.
John, Elra , Ray, thanks for the comments/suggestions. You'd be surprised what strange noises carp make when they are feeding
It needs re-writing and the cliches need sorting out but glad you like some parts of it. I used to be mad about fishing when I was younger-getting up at 4 o clock in the morning, or even night-fishing by myself. Always felt there was a metaphor between fishing and creativity/writing.
David- I'll have a look at the piece- have been reading a bit of Heaney so that might be the reason.
John, Elra , Ray, thanks for the comments/suggestions. You'd be surprised what strange noises carp make when they are feeding
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
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Me too. I've laxed a bit over the last few years, but fully intend to get back into it next year. I'm a fair weather fisherman! There is nothing quite like a still lake/pond first thing, or last thing. Tench are my favourite fish to catch, a solid fight, beautiful creatures.I used to be mad about fishing when I was younger-getting up at 4 o clock in the morning, or even night-fishing by myself.
Most definitely one to work on.
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Kris
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Yes, I know what you mean, my son's goldfish and loaches come up and make awful greedy gulping noises when they feed. However, doesn't slobbering mean saliva spilling from mouths, which isn't very fish-like. I think its more a sound you need -gobbling or guzzling perhaps.
Eira