Fishing

By Steve Button

Mon, 06 Sep 2010

4 comments

A grey heron
the dagger of his beak
poised
above the shimmer of the inlet,

poised
to detect the glimmer of scales,
enquiring
of the murk beneath.

This lone moment
framed against a bank of reeds,
is a question mark coiled
against a thousand exclamations.

Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on Mon, 2010-09-06 23:18

I love the imagery of the last stanza

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Mon, 2010-09-06 23:46

A gem of a poem. Tina

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Tue, 2010-09-07 09:22

beautiful! like the "question mark coiled around. . ." and the imagery is shimmering.

Permalink Submitted by Steve Button on Tue, 2010-09-07 17:30

Thank you everyone, for your comments and for taking the time to read