Thursday, April 7, 2016

Trout Moon



Fishes and Scales, M.C. Escher



Trout Moon

Beneath the trout moon
glisten the bones
of many happy fish
who thought they could
swim up a moonbeam.

Look at my wrist.
They pose much clearer
here, mouth to tail
silver scale, chained
to show sorrow
to tomorrow.


~April 2016












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21 comments:

  1. This is awesome, Hedge...love the brevity and the thought of smiling fish wishing to swim up a moonbeam. :)

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  2. Ah, but to at least dream of swimming up a moonbeam!

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  3. This makes me think of more than fish. Tight verse and I like the bracelet.

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  4. ..who thought they could swim up a moonbeam.... what a haunting phrase

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  5. This is tight, and beautiful.

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  6. This poem is lovely, I especially like the words
    "chained
    to show sorrow
    to tomorrow."

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  7. Those poor trouts... only few will spawn, but their offspring will fill the rivers. Love the concept of trout moon.

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  8. I am so glad you're back, at least for two poems! Fish trying to swim up a moonbeam reminds me of Nilsson's "Moonbeam Song". The rhymes in this are marvelous, and the whole idea of wearing a bracelet of fish bones--who seem oddly alive, even so--to show sorrow is just poetry, girl.

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  9. Oh my..swim up a moonbeam...if only. I think bones is an incredible visual of sorrow. It speaks of exposed, raw sorrow. I am so glad the prompt sparked another poem! Thanks for writing and sharing in the garden!

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  10. I love the fish trying to swim up a moonbeam. Somehow, I can relate. Beautiful, Hedge and a very wonderful bracelet too.

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  11. Agree with shay, lovely conceit and more than conceit. I especially like the play of silver scale here whixh I can't help but think of as weight here with the bones. Thanks. K.

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  12. Very nice, both with and without the image. The two strengthen each other, but the poem works on its own, too.

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  13. I'm not reading too many tonight - been busy for ever (health is better today). But I will always read yours - and love that image of swimming to the moon ~

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    1. Thanks, M--glad to hear you're feeling a bit better--but as you said to me, no pressure on the reading--this one was pretty short for me. ;_)

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  14. Thanks for cresting up out of that moon river here for this simple and well-wrought urn of a yearn, annealing the links on the backs of those happy fish--"to show sorrow / to tomorrow." Amen, and hello.

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  15. Trouts swim upstream to spawn, but often to their death. Your poem suggests that sense of upward downfall. So beautifully expressed.

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  16. The ice is just meltin here in ... still time to catch that fish ... Love, cat.

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  17. It's almost easy not to mind morphing into bones, if one gets to dream (and actually) swim up a moombeam. I can only imagine the light, and thickness of the silvery moon-waters.

    And, my goodness, I'm in love with this bracelet. ♥

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