A Reunion on the River Bank

AuburnScribbler

Boreas adds his chill once more,

turning his cool breeze, into an icy gale,

but that will not deter me at all,

for dear Thomas awaits with his baits,

for eighteen long months we have

been apart, due to the continuous

plague, that continues with it’s

destruction, division and dissatisfaction.

 

Anyway, back to something more

harmonious, I think “wait, a bait,

what if I catch a bike, for I’ve never

fished at all in my life”, but dear Thomas

will indeed be my guide, so some fruits

of the Trent, I will uncover with a smile,

but even if we are “pond beat”, the main

thing is our reunion on the river bank.

 

We greet each other; after an impromptu

detour, for all over the shop we go, in order

to quicken our meeting, then we head down

Millgate, and over a bridge, when he sets up

his line, I make our outdoor lounge, then Boreas

blusters once, so I get our libation warmers

out, Thomas, a Peroni, mine a Kronenbourg,

and we wait with bated breath, for our needed bite.

 

Then after our much needed catch up, a discussion

of both everything and nothing, the tension, our

tension, becomes the tension of the wire, our eyes

wide and cheering, we pull up an eight and thirteen

pounder, not a flounder, but two silvery barbels,

and we both agree, that for a first timer like me,

“it was a fine session; indeed!” Helios returns home,

as should we, for the cold and the dark are not

convenient, thus we’ll return on a day when the

weather’s more sufficient, and as we retire for the

evening; both Thomas and I shall thank, for our

glorious productive reunion on the river bank.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2021 14:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a really good thing that happened recently, a reunion with a friend. Thomas and I, like all of us now, are allowed to meet up; due the UK's lockdown rules being eased over the next couple of weeks, and he decided to welcome me to the world of fishing. It was my first time, and we both profited from it. So I think, thanks to Thomas, that I have uncovered a new hobby for life. Of course we did not take the barbels home, we humanely returned them to the mighty Trent. I hope that you enjoy the poem, as much as I enjoyed the reunion/fishing session, and as always please stay safe everyone.
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  • Goldfinch60

    So great to meet up with friends once more and to start fishing - wonderful.

    I used to fish a long time ago, coarse and sea fishing but then got into fly fishing but stopped doing that as well maybe will go back one day.

    Andy

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thank you for the read Andy, and it was very much needed indeed, and the fact it has uncovered a new hobby, is even sweeter, I am really looking forward to the next session when it is much warmer.

      Yeah, I really do hope that you get back into it, as the fresh air is good for you, and of course if you catch one on a Friday, you've got your fish supper sorted.

      Thanks for the read again, and I hope that all is well.

    • orchidee

      Good write AS.
      I shall need a warm day for it, not an icy gale!

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read orchidee, and yes towards the end of the session I was ready for the warmth of the indoors, hope the next session it's nothing but glorious sunshine, and of course catch after catch.

        Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.

      • L. B. Mek

        such a mellow flow, even initially when reading without context I was thinking of fishing (that Hemingway 'old man and the sea' resonance) or reminiscing my college days when we used to sit by that river in Richmond and drink our beers outdoors, in the glorious summer (before the masses invaded that is, lol)..
        brilliantly executed tone and feel, an immersive read: a timely write
        thanks for sharing dear poet

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thank you for the read L. B. Mek, and yeah I thought that the flow was nice and easy like the river was, and it's very nice of you to link this to Hemingway.

          Sounds like an idyllic scene indeed your old college days, mine were similar, but as you've said the wildness level can climb very quickly.

          Thanks again for the read and the kind words, and I hope that all is well.



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