nymph

100 words, inspired by: Madison Woods

Nymph
alluring, I think of you
in field and stream, beneath Wyoming sunset
flowing water, cold, glacier fed
where pools seem quiet and unmoving

Motionless
I wait for you
bring them out from hiding here to feed
a lure this hidden hook where taste
is pain and death for you, but sustenance to me

Anticipating
I know he’s there
I know the hunger coursing through his heart
but hooks and line, this world
full with danger filled

waiting
we drift along through time and current
linked forever by monofilament line
until rejected I return by moonlight
canned food, restless night


23 Comments on “nymph”

  1. emjayzed says:

    I like that your poetry is somewhat cryptic but not so much I can’t understand it. An enjoyable, achievable challenge to read, thank you!

  2. Stacey says:

    It was a shock for me to correlate “nymph” and “Wyoming.” 😀 I got the feeling the nymph was a fish (am I close?). The poetry was quite lovely—I really enjoyed it. Good job. 🙂

    • billgncs says:

      they call it the hatch, when tens of thousands little winged insects hatch and skim over the water at dawn and dusk. The fish come up from the deep cool pools to feast. The nymph is a hook tied with feathers and other things to resemble one, and as it drifts down the pool across the surface, you twitch your rod gently to make it move as if it were alive.

      If the water is clear and the light is right, you can see them interested, then tease them with a gentle motion and they rise and in a flash of light and power strike the bait.

      But the poem is really about a lost love from long ago, and the fragile connection I tried so hard to keep.

      thanks for reading … here is a link to an artifical fly
      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artificial_fly

      thanks for reading…

  3. Nifti says:

    great job in this. Enjoyable read.

  4. dmmacilroy says:

    “where taste is pain and death…” Really enjoyed your poem and this line in particular. You evoked the stream, the fish, the cold meltwater of the glacier…wonderfully. And then sent home the hunter to his canned food and thoughts of the one that got away. Very nice.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  5. Eric Alagan says:

    Ah, but the water remains and so does the prey…another day, here I come.

  6. very interesting prey for this predator enjoyed it .:)

  7. There is so much in there. A complete story. This is very well-written. After the anticipation, reduced to canned food. I’m on the list.

  8. I like it. I was surprised where you took me.

  9. billgncs says:

    thanks… hunting, fishing, love share many attributes

  10. I liked your poem. Enjoyed the feeling of ambivalence between predator and prey and the play on words between “allure” and “a lure” 🙂


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