Under Rippled Windows

Under Rippled Windows

A Poem by Edward Clay

When you would wade out to sea

with your hook and line,

I dreamt you wanted to catch me.

 

Your prize winning catch.

I would sit on your shelf

and smile at your guests

 

whilst you boast with a smirk

about the one that almost got away.

Your mother would have been proud.

 

At night I would guard you from the

predators you can’t see and sit

on that shelf in the day

 

silently. You wasted no bait

trying to catch me.

Curious little fishy.

 

And I waited in the shallows to

catch you in my gaze

while the blanket of the surface

 

grew thicker in its haze.

(I saw the light flicker,

sinking ever so further.)

 

When you waded out to sea,

with the intent of catching me,

you just put me on a stretcher,

 

to die in casualty.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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Jee, this has something that I can truely feel. I don't know if it is the fact that I've experiences that are parallel to the message in this poem, or if it's your writing. Well, it is, to some extent, me experience. On the cantrary, this was written and specifically brought me to that similar feeling. That's part of the poem; the effect. And I love what you've done here, how the idea of dedication exists still, even though such "casuality" was there when deminishing the gift that someone was willing to love. Sorry I overworded this, but that's what I got from this. Great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Jee, this has something that I can truely feel. I don't know if it is the fact that I've experiences that are parallel to the message in this poem, or if it's your writing. Well, it is, to some extent, me experience. On the cantrary, this was written and specifically brought me to that similar feeling. That's part of the poem; the effect. And I love what you've done here, how the idea of dedication exists still, even though such "casuality" was there when deminishing the gift that someone was willing to love. Sorry I overworded this, but that's what I got from this. Great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really liked this poem! There is something of a theme in it about killing the thing/person you love, the thing/person that would love you.....it intrigues me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reading this poem several times, two strong themes emerged, the protector (the fish) and the lover (the girl who caught you). Willing to give up everything for the girl/woman that you love. Even, if that means having to die for that love. You last line, threw me for abit. But looking back on it, it ties the entire poem together. Thank you for sharing this thought provoking poem with us.

Therisa

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow this confused me, but I really like the imagery that you presented--you could be saying multiple things in this, and I like that it encompasses(sp?)several different concepts. If that makes any sense.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very interesting imagery. I liked the effect of being the prize catch. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great images.......

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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