Under Rippled WindowsA Poem by Edward ClayWhen you would wade out to sea with your hook and line, I dreamt you wanted to catch me.
Your prize winning catch. I would sit on your shelf and smile at your guests
whilst you boast with a smirk about the one that almost got away. Your mother would have been proud.
At night I would guard you from the predators you can’t see and sit on that shelf in the day
silently. You wasted no bait trying to catch me. Curious little fishy.
And I waited in the shallows to catch you in my gaze while the blanket of the surface
grew thicker in its haze. (I saw the light flicker, sinking ever so further.)
When you waded out to sea, with the intent of catching me, you just put me on a stretcher,
to die in casualty. © 2008 Edward ClayFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on February 28, 2008 Last Updated on March 6, 2008 AuthorEdward ClayThe land of wherever, just south of Nowhere.About"So where you headed in this old broken town, where the day glow orange of the midnight moon is the warmth you gather around? What's there to see apart from the dusty nights under sewn matress skies, .. more..Writing
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