The Fish
Lila Zeiger
I had about as much chance, Mother,
as the carp who thrashed
in your bathtub on Friday,
swimming helplessly back and forth
in the small hard pool you made for me,
unaware how soon you would
pull me from my element
sever my head just below the gills
scrape away the iridescence
chop me into bits and pieces and
reshape me with your strong hands
to simmer in your special broth.
You bustled about the house
confident in your design,
while I waited at the edge
imploring you with glossy eyes
to keep me and love
just as I was.
Lila Zeiger
I had about as much chance, Mother,
as the carp who thrashed
in your bathtub on Friday,
swimming helplessly back and forth
in the small hard pool you made for me,
unaware how soon you would
pull me from my element
sever my head just below the gills
scrape away the iridescence
chop me into bits and pieces and
reshape me with your strong hands
to simmer in your special broth.
You bustled about the house
confident in your design,
while I waited at the edge
imploring you with glossy eyes
to keep me and love
just as I was.
1 comment:
I posted this poem because I thought it was different, and it has 'mysteriousness' to it. My favorite part is, "You bustled about the house
confident in your design,
while I waited at the edge
imploring you with glossy eyes
to keep me and love
just as I was." I think that this part shows how much a mother cares for her child and the importance of her love. Also I adore the fact that in this poem extended metaphor is used people being 'the fish'.
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