Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Fisherman

N.C. Wyeth, Dark Harbor Fisherman

I navigate through rocky shoals
out to the canyons dark and deep,
where dolphins swim and monsters sleep.

The fickle sea exacts her tolls—
through stormy squall, the Sirens’ call…
on wind the cries of captured souls.

Yet there is little time to weep
while navigating rocky shoals.

               * * * * * 
Along the downeast coast I trawl;
every inlet and each isle
in memory, now reconciled.

The craft fills up with netted haul—
no fast return; it must be earned
before this boat may make landfall

…yet on this day the gods have smiled;
    while on this downeast coast I trawl.

©  Ginny Brannan 2014

Written for Magpie Tales #235, Image provided by Tess Kincaid.
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(This is sort of a two-fer. Being a New England girl, we are familiar with both coastal and deep sea fishing, this captures a bit of both)


  1. got to appreciate a day when the catch is good....a blessing from th deep...and the rocky shoals...you def have to watch yourself...cause they will wreck you quick enough

  2. God smiles on us a lot. Some days I forget that.

    Well done.

  3. A fine day of fishing indeed, your ending is beautiful.


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