Trout (Poems)

Rainbow flares
shine in
clear water

Hovering midge
dragged below
the surface

Mr Brautigans
book
terrifies trout

Moon reflected
on
rainbow scales

Maze of hooks
and line
deftly navigated

Sunken car
wrapped in
lingering
streaks of
rainbow

A last second
roll
moth wins game
of chicken
with trout

Trout sees
its reflection
in the illuminated
coffins
on the lake bed

Hawking dragon-fly
chasing bumble bee
fails to notice
silhouetted trout

~~~

All influenced by Richard Brautigans Trout Fishing In America and In Watermelon Sugar.

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About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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4 Responses to Trout (Poems)

  1. John Stevens says:

    These are nice – and intriguing!

  2. Karuna says:

    This is really lovely. I love how as a reader, one travels through the poem as it moves through time and then through different subjects of the poem- the trout, moon, hawking dragonfly, midge (I didn’t know what this was until I looked it up) a sunken car etc. They all tell such an interesting story about the river/pond these subjects inhabit. I am not explaining myself well at all but I see your poem as a compilation of snapshots.

    I do have a question though, are the “illuminated coffins” literal ones? Or is it a metaphor? I’m asking because I’m choosing to read it literally. It only makes this river/pond more interesting-a connection to your sunken car perhaps? But I am a little curious about what you meant.

    PS- By the way, you have sold fishing to me.

    • Thank you for the comment.

      Nah, you made perfect sense. I think I was just writing poems about trout but they can be read in multiple ways. They can be taken together or as seperate pieces. However the reader wants to take them is perfectly fine.

      The illuminated coffins were intended to be literal. In the book In Watermelon Sugar the dead are placed in glass coffins which are illuminated and lowered onto a river bed. And theres trout in the river so thats were it came from. But if anyone wants to divorce the poem from the original context and read it in a different way you’re welcome to.

      Ha. If I’m being honest I haven’t been fishing since I was about 5 or 6ish. I just love the book Trout Fishing in America. If you can get a hold of it its a great read.

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