Fish Supper In Black And White Poem by Martin O'Neill
Fish Supper In Black And White
I feel I ought to explain that this is a Trigee poem, two short poems that can stand alone and may also be combined to form a third. I'm not sure of the origin of the style but it's fun to play with.
That's really fresh fish.........................From the deepest ocean
Smells just like a beach.....................Broken shells, seaweed, rocks
Waves breaking on the shore...........From a passing trawler
Leaving behind...................................A trail of destruction
The last of the cod..............................For your supper
It is indeed in black and White.. No punches barred, straight as it is... I love the layout of this piece... Gives moments of pause. I make you right on the bringing the last of the cod home.. Luckily I'm guilt free yay! I'm terrified of fish so have never eaten the scary little goggle eyed monsters :) I do see the serious messages here and understand the seriousness of your message.
its looking like a picture painted in reality...nicely narrated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:42:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very clever in style and substance.