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Currajah

[a Walleah Press blog]

 

 SHARON TREVELYAN DEAN

    

     my fishy friend 

 

moving in three dimensions

my goldfish are flying fish, conniving fish

their lives replete with fins and swims

hallucinogenic grins

they shake their tail feathers, nudge

invisible currents

reverse into glass

glow from within

red, yellow and silver traffic lights

 

one fish is a moving flower into the sun

with scales that sing of fluid dance and fluid dance

through liquid miles my musing fish, my toss and toss

and high-up-into-the-air oh fish

 

I want to write a poem of fish, a fishy wishing poem

for every day until I have no more to say

about my fish

 

I raise the cover from the holding tank and yank

a golden fish from her watery realm

I lift her flashing and wriggling into the air

and post her into my mouth

I close my lips (but not my teeth)

her scales rough on my tongue

oh fun

I savor the glimmer of her gills

till I’ve had my fill

I spit her out

she flails about – oh –

into the tank with a splosh

she pants, she rants

I close the lid and watch her swim again

 

oh tasty fish

oh tasty bite-sized friend