2016-08-27

Red fish, blue fish...

This one was written from a prompt during NaPoWriMo this year, I forget what the prompt was, put possibly something quite distant from what I actually wrote.

Fish famously have only a three seconds of memorythis is of course untrue.

People famously will all be happy come the revolutionthis is of course untrue.

Goldfish famously possess no revolutionary zealthis is of course...












Red fish, blue fish...


Under the bridge
Under the bridge
Through the weed
Through the weed
Past the buzzing pump
Past the buzzing pump
Into the current
Into the current
Whee!
Whee!
Under the bridge
Under the bridge
Through the... hey!
Through the-- Hey?
Yes.  Hey!
What?
I just now thought, and have you ever thought:
the quality of fishness is the same
in each and every day we play no sport,
make no love, sing no song; we hunt no rhino, tame
no fairy creatures.  We just go round and round
within the same old rut.  I cannot put
my fin on it, but there's something profound
about the World.  We swim with our eyes shut

and do not see.  I heard a joking man:
he asked if we had ever heard the one
about the two fish in the tank, where neither
one could drive the great machine.  They had no plan,
you see?  So if our chance should ever come...
let's seize the day.  I'll captain, you're the driver.
This again?
It has to be said.  Solidarity brother!
Anyway...
Past the buzzing pump
Past the buzzing pump
Into the current
Into the current
Whee!
Whee!
Under the bridge...



4 comments:

  1. Quite delightful, Ian! Great form/perform!

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  2. Love the rhythm and rhyme and how it moves into the wider question of control.

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    1. Thanks Paul! I wasn't sure the rhymes were working as well read aloud as they look on the page...?

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