A poem inspired by the sighting of two Kingfishers, many years apart.
To be a Fisher King
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just me, my thoughts, my dream:
My dream to be a Fisher King.
The river: my kingdom from West to East.
The trees: my castle on the bank.
Every day the fish for my feast.
FLASH. Silent he came, silent he went,
unseen by so many but seen by me:
The Fisher King.
A memory crept into my head, like a song,
a flash from the past.
A different day, a place far away, a King long gone.
This King was still and would sleep for ever,
taken by Jack Frost in the depths of the cold.
To be a King again, never.
It was cool down there by the stream,
just me, my thoughts, my dream.
My dream to be a Fisher King
as distant as the two kings I'd seen.
Rosie Hill
Oh lovely! I like the two sightings spanning many years, death to life and back again. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Judith - it is always such a pleasure to see a Kingfisher.
DeleteOh this is a lovely poem. I could really see the images in my mind. x
ReplyDeleteThank you Emily - glad you liked it.
DeleteNice poem and nice imagery particularly the verse about Jack frost.
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzy - your comment is appreciated beaucoup!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem of one of my favourite birds. I might link a post about them next week.
ReplyDeleteThe Mother says - This is beautiful. hose words are stunning. I've only ever seen one Kingfisher in the wild. It flew past me and was literally a streak of blue. Beautiful post #animaltales
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! Kingfishers are just such a beautiful bird xx #animaltales
ReplyDeleteIt's rapidly becoming a mild obsession of mine to see a kingfisher. Definitely worth writing a poem over!
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