Thinnest Divide.
A fish,
like translucent rose-gilt
slowly swaying plays underneath
in weedy greenery.
A fin,
waving along bed of sand
rises to roll the lake's morning face
beneath early breeze.
A skin,
in thinnest divide warily
waits, separated only from my airy
world by liquid need.
A finger,
water-extended to make
bubble-rings for my human contact
with slippery silver.
A flip,
and fish dives fast beneath
mist churned up by interference,
glassily eyeing me.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments8
Good write, that divide is so special.
This is so visually compelling - a special write Fay
A fine write Fay. I tried joining a fish without any air tank for 24 hours. It didn't work out for me somehow. Hmm. Strange that! lol.
Very cute writing and picture Fay. So adorable little fish 🐟
Beautifully written, Fay, and as far as I read it, a great metaphor of us reaching out but not quite reaching it.
Go on Fay... dive in... you know you want to! Swim with those fishes gal... let the mermaid in your soul flip free... give my love to Coral if you see her.
Nice one, made me smile.
Lovely, really well written.
Thanks FAY ~ Beautiful description of Mans relationship with the Piscatorial Domain ! I can't have CAT etc in my Flat but I do have Tropical Fish and the Yellow and Blue Tangs are my favourite. We are terrestrial Animals so we can scuba dive ~ but we can never be a FISH ! We can hang glide ~ but we can never be a BIRD ! Love the Poem & the Picture Thanks for caring ! Yours as ever ~ BRIAN
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