Some of my poetry

[fishman65]

Letters of Love

Abed by night,
the stark ceiling my page,
I write letters of love
with these eyes.

Eyes that search
for remnants of you,
for your face that flits,
as shadows in
dreams of longing.

And still, still
that turn of your head,
those silken tresses,
about pale shoulders falling,
like tears, through all the years between us.

October 2015

[fishman65]

In a Daughter's Gaze

Mementos of me
may you keep,
gathering years
in back pockets,
or held hidden
within lockets.

And I would never say,
do not weep,
if I came to you
in troubled sleep.

But let me live on,
in a daughter's gaze,
in her smile,
her being,
her gentle ways.

May 2015

[fishman65]

A Childhood Haunting

That house crouches still,
even today, daring us,
cemented in long ago memory.

White washed pale,
and black staring eyes.

A mouth gaping,
with the glow of
a hag's lantern.

It's repute was whispered
in schoolboy gossip,
glowering from below
that wooded hill.

A house on the
edge of our world,
perched upon the
rim of our childhoods.

We pointed,
amid dropped
penny chews.

Scarpering,
bicycles frantic for
the safe way home.

May 2015

[fishman65]

Flight of the Kingfisher

Bullet blue on
whirring wings,
scores a river's
wrinkled face
of diamond rings.

That flash and gleam
in a languid breeze,
below the arms
of dozing willow trees.

The minnows in
their teeming hoards,
corralled by perch
that lunge and tease.

Like a banded swarm
of aquatic bees,
in a scaled and
feathered brotherhood,
beneath the kingfisher's
grateful ease.

But harpoon blue
in plunging pleasure,
breaks the truce in
search of treasure,
scattering perch
and minnow in
equal measure.

He shatters the
water's crystal glass,
in a furious explosion
of liquid shards.

And emerging in a
myriad burst of stars,
tosses a minnow
with a flip and juggle,
in nature's brutal,
eternal struggle.

August 2012

[Carnation]

Brilliant fishman.

I particularly like Letters of Love and in a Daughter's Gaze. Very touching and moving.

[fishman65]

Brilliant fishman.

I particularly like Letters of Love and in a Daughter's Gaze. Very touching and moving.

Bless you Carnation You're very kind.

[Darksky]

Fishman…you do not disappoint So glad we discovered this talent during our trip to middle earth last night.

Road Kill bought tears to my eyes.

[fishman65]

Many thanks for your kind words Darksky. I’m sorry Roadkill upset you, sadly it’s an all too familiar scenario.

[Darksky]

Not upset…a good poem is supposed to bring out emotions in its readers. They are meant to feel the anger, pain, sorrow or whatever the subject matter may be. As you say with Roadkill, it’s familiar to me having been through it so the emotion was easily bought up.

[fishman65]

Optimism

Optimism, he strides
with the youth now.

through the sunlit
meadows of morning.


While I cling to
the rockface of age.

his grey skin cracked
with a thousand cares.

and his stone bone-cold,
whispering of death.

August 2022