November 2011
8 posts
October 2011
16 posts
To a Trout of the Brook
by Peter Pindar
Why flyest thou away with fear? Trust me there’s nought of danger near; I have no wicked hooke, All covered with a snaring bait, Alas! to tempt thee to thy fate, And drag thee from thy brook. Oh, harmless tenant of the flood, I do not wish to spill thy blood; For nature unto thee Perchance hath given a tender wife, And children dear, to charm thy life, As she...
The Trout
by John Montague
for Barrie Cooke
Flat on the bank I parted
Rushes to ease my hands
In the water without a ripple
And tilt them slowly downstream
To where he lay, tendril-light,
In his fluid sensual dream.
Bodiless lord of creation,
I hung briefly above him
Savouring my own absence,
Senses expanding in the slow
Motion, the photographic calm
That grows before action.
As...
