Interference.
A fish,
like translucent shadow
slowly sways silver through dimly
lit submarine green.
A gill
like laced wing of a swallow,
rising to roll a lake's morning face
closes tightly to breathe.
A skin,
of thinnest divide knows
it is separated from my airy flesh
merely by liquid need.
A fin,
touched by finger coated
in bubbles for closer contact slips
to more safety beneath.
A flip,
and fish dives fast below
the mist churned by interference,
glassily eyeing me.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A vision came as I read your words today. Nothing profound but a vision of Fay sat on the bank of the brook with her toes in the cool water so as to be closer to her subject. Calmly waiting for a fishy soul to enquire.
There is in your writing a sense of calm as time expires and the patient watching eye captures to become the knowing observer.
A fine write Fay.
I remember this, (hope I'm not mistaken)
one of your very best, dear Fay
a beautiful marriage
of imagery and artistry!
this one, is either one, or five of the very best .. whatever the case may be clearly depends on the way one looks at it or them ... there is no doubt whatsoever though, the interface is seamless ...........
... a very special kind of poetry my friend ......................................... N x
Great coffee read, Fay.
Beautifully done, What came first the photo or the poem? Such a peaceful and graceful poem, lovely imagery too
Thank you. A great poem. Strong i,ages.
Beautiful words Fay, it was as though I was that fish.
Andy
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