A river thundering through the sculpted banks heavy with fronds that dig deep into the abyss;
Feet slipping on the shifting mud that slopes towards the foaming carpet.
Men swearing underbreath and wildly exaggerating, gesticulating,
the frissant of winning the glory of all gathered.
A pull, a jerk, a bite……
A float bobbing in the glistening water.
Grasping his rod in anticipation…
heart racing…….desperate to strike...
His head pounds with the prospect of unfettered accomplishment
as his arms tense and his grip strengthens…
Thrashing, thrashing…fighting for breath….. for life
Surrging forward, then back, then forward again...
Foothold sliding away towards the undulating rush of muddy liquid,
then ugly lips appearing through the water, sneering, fleshy, moist;
A quick determined yank ...and it's out!
The sweat on his temples belies his joy as he falls on his ass,
but glory hangs on the end of his rod, a twitching, defeated, wide mouthed Bass!
frissant? a pastry OR: frisson. A French word meaning a shiver, used to mean a thrill or sensation of excitement or fear. Common misspellings for surging: surgging –: (50.0%) . surgin –: (50.0%) . Definition of surging: Swelling and rolling, as great waves. (to be continued) ......
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I would like to translate this poem
Sink Her? a female fish?
It’s a play on words....the usual phrase being ‘ Hook line and Sinker’...maybe it’s a phrase you are not familiar with but used frequently here.