Patti Masterman

Ancient Fishes Speak - Poem by Patti Masterman

The clouds are furry blunderbusses
Where the water meets the sky,
But down where all the fishes live,
They live for fear: the fateful Eye.

Eye of raptor, eye of swan
Albatross or sea snake;
The eye that presage death is coming
The poor fishes, to partake.

There is no lightning swifter as
The eye that fills horizons;
Though waves that trundle can't keep up
With watery regions denizens.

The darkness of the sharks own belly,
The startling passage down the beak;
Of these, the fishes ancient forebears
Tell the tale- if they could speak.

Topic(s) of this poem: Time

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014

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