Crab Fisherman
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.
He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water.
Really good, plain and effective, a great marriage of fine diction and intrinsic poetical skills.
Consider reposting tomorrow, because this blog will disappear overnight as May takes over. It will be in the April slot. but I'm not sure how many readers go back. And this should be upfront for a few days.
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Connor May
Tue 30th Apr 2013 12:39
I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'll probably take your advice and put it back on tomorrow.