The Fisherman

The Fisherman

A Poem by Robyn

A poem about my abusive ex, and one of our bonding times that turned to just another thing I yearn to forget someday.

gentle water splashes the embankment
as it runs its course downstream
trout peak their heads just above the surface
the sun slowly drops a sweet kiss on the hilltops
tints of orange and pink streak the sky
iced drinks, Springsteen on the radio
parking by the tracks
close enough to feel the next train's rumble
his vest jingles with his fishing gear
an enticing song I used to love to hear
walking side by side
light conversation
sunglasses tinting away 
the view of his eyes from me
those eyes I used to find appealing
now terrify me
from smooth casting
to lines tangling
tranquil nights sitting in our chairs
waiting for the jingle of bells to sound
through the cool summer air
signaling that first catch of the night
his was always first
no matter what I tried
silent bonding turned
to constant bickering
those calm evenings of fishing
turned to tense moments
I just wanted to pass
with the gentle stream

© 2021 Robyn

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Added on April 3, 2021
Last Updated on April 3, 2021
Tags: abusive, ex boyfriend, relationship, fishing, poetry



Altoona, PA

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