A Fish Tale Nonet

All day, singly, fishing birds surveil

huddled in persistent rain-filled

spaces between wild grasses.

No reflected shadows,

uninhabited 

grim sky above

lake opaque.

Hunger

deep.

 

Written for a  prompt at imaginary garden with real toads “fussy little forms” to write a nonet, “a nine-line poem in which the first line contains nine syllables, the next line eight, and so on until the final one-syllable line.”

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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