Out of water the tribal fish,
embroidering many pains in point of cross,
tack flocks joined in furnace
of rivers in childhood with scales of light.
Verses woven in cambric of petticoats
of silver golden curvy lines in bottom,
bewitched of perambulator, drowning sorrows,
serene as wandering Hindu monks of India.
Your stray feet trod in clouds
of winds without wings, in blues of ocean,
naked aqua confectionery of rains.
Knew yourself leaf of grass ravine,
sister of a coral cave fishery simoom,
proximity of beautiful flowing flounders.
Author notes
Prompt: a fish out of water...that's me so often...Unknown
A contest entry
- a fish out of water... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended February 6, 2008, 11 entries
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Knew yourself leaf of grass ravine,
sister of a coral cave fishery simoom,
proximity of beautiful flowing flounders.
Ah..what a beautiful and creative touch of the immagery is here..well done...
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