I feel it, first as a stir,
turning deep in the murky water.
Surfaces up for air, a twitch
on the lake in my head.
A flip, and it disappears.
Wait for it. Let myself settle
close to the edge, my reflection and me.
Next ripple, a gentle skim and a dip
holds the weight of a thought
in the drag of my net.
Raising the pole, bent heavy,
my catch thrashes hard. Through the reeds
I can glimpse a glitter of skin.
Won’t let it go now.
I have this idea.
Hauled out and tipped in a tub,
I’m watching it flap; its mouthing pout,
that eye that stares defiantly back.
A sizeable fish. How big?
As big as a poem. See!
From The Language of Cat and other poems.
talking about this poem. What do you think it is describing?
comparing this poem to Jackie Kay's poem 'River reflection', also on this site.