Old One Eye
No matter
What the season
Nor the time
Of day it be
And regardless
Of the
Weather even
Just be certain
All of ye
Old One Eye
Will be waiting
For a big toe or
A pinkie for his tea
Aye be sure
He might be waiting
Where ere the
Parrett eddies
And all'us
Nigh on invisible
Gen green silk-weed
And em
Beds of smoothest
Well-worn gravel
Always facing
Upstream a’gen the flow
Old one eye
Lays in waiting
His saw-toothed gob
Wide open
Tho his tail be
Barely movin
Just waiting for
A fly or minnow
To pass near by
His nose
All of ten
Long summers
Growed he be
By far bigger’un
A farmers forearm
An then some son
He were
The sleekest an
Most longest
Wild brown trout
You ever see’d
No longer fraid
Of heron, crane
Fishin rod or tickle
Old one eye he
Do still wait
They say
In the warmest of
They angry
Perrott shallows ...
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: He's a local legend is Old One Eye.. Lost an eye to a fisherman's fly and never yet been landed.....
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A fine wrtie Neville. There tales of 'The Holy Brook Pike' near(ish) to us. Maybe someone has caught it by now - and released it back in the brook.
Thank you Orchidee... I am sure such tales are told everywhere..
Old One Eye is something of a local legend 🙂
A perfectly lyrical piece of poemed excitement lies in local shallows and reeled in with your usual stylish intrigue my friend. - - most fishy tales grow bigger by telling but what an adventure Ol' One Eye leads those who would catch and de-fame his legendary waiting for toes etc. - - moreover dear Nev. 'tis the last time I paddle in shallows of trout-streams round here............ x
thank you dear Fay.. I was not sure how this would go down, but in the absence of any other inspiration of late, I took the risk.. Some of my happiest memories were of me and my Father tickling trout in Devon & Cornwall ............. x
A nice poem about the famous one-eyed trouser snake.
............................... as you wish. thank you for visiting.
Neville
As I wish?
Love the flowing short lines, like a clear stream bubbling images as you glide along downstream, literally nervous about coming face to face of a sudden with your saber-toothed leviathan. He may not fear us, but I darned sure fear him!
Ha.. many thanks my friend, you, me and many others too .. I have certainly stopped paddling anywhere near the Parrett... thanks again and stay safe ..
Neville
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