Love, A Fishy Prose Poem

When I first saw you I thought you were Brill

With your perfect, moist skin just out of the sea where you’d been swimming

I Floundered in the wake of your beauty

Dreaming that Salmon chanted evening you would come to me

Warm and comforting, steamy and hot

I Haddock feeling that you were a little distant

Like trawlers that pass in the night

I hoped you would be my Ray of sunshine

Skate over my imperfections, look deep into my Sole

I couldn’t Plaice the old Trout by your side

Surely not your mother? If I ever got to know you I might Winkle it out of you

Keep and Net you for myself without seeming Shellfish

I needed to think about that, Mullet over

”Kipper neye on the time,” I told myself, “But don’t rush things either”

Mind, I wasn’t Prawn yesterday, it might all be an act

Or you might be spoken for already, I shouldn’t Poach you

But thinking of your warm, light brown coat over you hot, white flesh

Got me Steamed up

The waiter approached

Large Cod , chips and mushy peas, bread and butter

He said

© Ray Stearn 10^th February 2021

Fiddle

Fiddle de dee flibberty jibbet

Fiddle faddle kibosh

Pernickety poppycock

Pumpernickel eyewash

Shenanigans skewwhiff

Skulduggery baloney

Galivant britches

Hoodwink Mahoney

Confuzzled kerfuffle

Concoction thingamabob

Tomfoolery bodacious

Flim flam bibbety bob

Berserk periwinkle

Doohickie caterwauling

Beejeesus bejasus

Flummoxed West Malling

Knucklehead camaraderie

Rigmarole thunderation

This is the poetry

That’s going to sweep the nation

© Ray Stearn 2^nd December 2020

They Don’t

They don’t need to speak

To connect

A mood so caustic

They do not say a word

I know

It is my turn to be powerful

Strident

Strong and positive

I speak

“You alright?”

I give myself five lines

I must do better

I must do better

I must do better

I must do better

I must do better

© Ray Stearn 2^nd December 2020