Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Reeled Brynneth Nimue Brown

He swam, tiny and persistent
Over expanse of careless ocean
To these cool, smoother waters
Survived the elver hunters
Evaded otter predation
To dangle undignified
From the hook of a man-child
Overgrown infant, oblivious
To the miles journeyed
Secrets in snakelike form.
Just a funny looking thing
To be hoisted out
Giggled over, joked about
Throw back, soon enough?
Or too damaged to continue?
Waters smeared with oil
From yesterday’s little accident
Hide the conclusion.
The not yet man returns
To rod and reclining.
If anything dived beneath his surface
There are no ripples to show for it.