Fisherman

by Fortune   Oct 21, 2016


Lilies
grow out of my head
when I lie
on the bottom of this lake

with their long stems
reaching
tops of waves
longing
that you hit your boat
against them

the language
which I have never spoken
becomes familiar to me
in this country
where it doesn't belong
the city
where it doesn't belong
because of you
а fisherman
a stranger

the dead bud
i unravel out of your net
sick
of the fishskin smell

one should have dried it
to forget it

but the laundry is locked

i hear your language behind the door
and numbly marvel each word

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your front page win! Well deserved!

  • 7 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Yes! Welcome to the site!!

    I really admire this piece... I would like to ask, in your 3rd stanza.. the last three lines?

    "because of you
    а fisherman
    a stranger"

    is the symbol meant to be there? Or did you mean oh?

    I am just curious as to its meaning....

    Powerful and lovely first write from you!

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Welcome to P & Q! This is an amazing first write from you. Looking forward to reading more of your work. Well done-

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Welcome to the site.
    What a fabulous, image filled and thought provoking first piece.
    Em

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