he fancies himself
a fisherman
as he leans
a little
forward
nearer in to the stone
and taps
mallet
to chisel
to rock
there
another part
of another shape
is etched in
deep enough
to show itself
deep enough
to last
he shakes chips of stone
from his smock
and leans in again
toward the next outline
the hammer strikes
the chisel bites
another chip
another line
another
etching
a med.it.a.tion
fish
fish
you be a shark
you
be a shark
he touches
fingers to a fin
a flank
the tail
the bitey fishy head
of it
a quickened jerk
a flip
of tail
a shaking
wilding
swinging of the head
from side to side
into the water
lapping at his feet
at the base
of a hollow
sculpting stone
a fin
cuts through the water
distance
perspective
diminishment
nothing at all
just a fisherman
a chisel
a mallet
hollow stone
and water lapping
in a studio
~
A book that has stimulated a number of poems in the last little while can’t be bad. Check out: Nick Harkaway, Gnomon. A not entirely flattering review, but a very interesting read.
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Beautifully described. We could be in there with him
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Thanks Derrick, that’s very pleasing. Mind your feet don’t get soaked …
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A vivid imagery crafted with words.
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Thank you Megha. A little surrealism to start the day.
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