Standing silent, upon red
clay
Soon would boil,
underneath
Birthing foul from
deep would seep
The ooze condemned by
deadened toe
The cackling comfort
of a wooden crow
Sighing, seated by the
river’s back
Searching, seeking,
from whence the
World was flat,
possibilities that were
Never truly there, yet
for reasons unknown
You seditiously sit
and stare
There now stands a
mermaid
And you see nothing
but the trout
ha so interesting textures in this fred...and imagery...the second stanza can def relate to...and the perceptions in that last stanza as well...interesting piece....hope your week starts well
ReplyDeleteVery nice flow as the rhymes were given a go and nice mix of fact and fiction too. The world isn't flat? Who knew? haha
ReplyDeletefeels like a deep play between perceptions limited, and perceptions possible
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"Searching, seeking, from whence the
World was flat" -
and still seeing trout when a mermaids in plain site, interesting, very thoughtful piece fred, thanks so much, best wishes
the world still look flat to me.... the final couplet has it... can't see the mermaid for the trout. Very nice
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