I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
The fish
Posted by stephen at 23:08
Labels: 59, artists, bus, colour, elizabeth bishop, journey, light, my art, photographs
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