... and this is inspired by choka, traditionally for public events, yet here (hopefully!) to emphasise the hypnotic motions of carp (followed by a sort of envoy) :>)


By koi pond (with Grandad, 1989)

Humidity holds
not embracing, but brushing
close, lightly licking
our faces, as we loiter
by koi pond.
      Surface
swirls from corner cascade splish
and splashing mirror
movements of circling shoals of
carp.
  Submarines with
open entryways, they gape
and gulp while fanning
orange yellow white-spot fins
as round and round and
round they row.
       A sudden drop
of caterpillar
crimson from its hanging hook
to pool lays hunger
tracks, zig-zag fire with pointed
teeth, angered angles,
blood, while roul roul wails, grey-winged
trumpeters alarm,
turaco flees.
      Unfed on
chenille seed, the fleet
returns rotating routes and
round and round and round they row.


Envoy

We muse, does it content, o Koi, to row
around around around this hothouse pool?
then ponder, such is not for us to know,
departing from incessant circling school.




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Written on 2014-04-21 at 01:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is lovely. It brought back memories of going to the Omaha Zoo with the kids, always in hot, humid weather, to watch and feed the koi in their pond.
2014-04-24


Nabeela Altaf
Excellent! I read this thrice. Mesmerizing.
2014-04-22

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Wildfowl Weekly
by Coo & Co