Brian Purdy

Rookie - 0 Points (28.09.48 / Belleville, Ontario)

Orillia, Ontario, May,2001: Half-Pint Perch


Half-pint perch in sunlit water
Chase their shadows above the rocks.
A fisherman chews a cigarillo
Light brown in a darkly-golden face.

I watch him lean above the water,
Bend his line through olive light
While Lilliput swimmers in the channel
Flee the shade of their fisher-god.

His rod and reel do not protect them
Through the dark and weedy trench;
Too small yet for him to want them
Yet they fear their circumstance

Will they know, when fully-grown,
They must flee before his hook?
Or will they simply not remember
How his shadow struck and shook?

Lifting out a foot-long swimmer
Grinning while he bites his smoke,
The fisher-god secures his dinner
Meets my eye, re-baits his hook.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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  • Rookie - 261 Points Adeline Foster (6/5/2012 4:20:00 PM)

    Wow, I love it. When I was last in Orillia, no, I did not have the thrill of fishing, yet I can enjoy this through your poem. Lovely. Read mine - We the Unencumbered -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 52 Points Don Tiedemann (4/26/2012 7:29:00 AM)

    Hi Brian,

    Good one. Like the vivid details of the fisherman. Also liked your Winter Misanhrope. What self-respecting poet fails to write poems about Spring in Spring.

    Nothing new from me. Got some things in the works. Wish I had more time to devote to them.

    Communicated with RG this week regarding his Lockhartites poem. I always enjoy poems about the unchosen.

    Remember to tell me when you post anything new. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 384 Points Sara Fielder (4/11/2012 3:09:00 PM)

    Now this is my kind of poetry right here. Dang! I want to write like this but I can't. Why? You write what you live right? Right. Maybe I need to go buy a pole. (Report) Reply

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