Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #292
Once Upon A Blue Moon
by Belinda Roddie
Once upon a blue moon, I caught a fish
that spoke to me as I sat on the grass,
promising me that he would grant a wish
to me, as if I were a simple ass
who would believe anything. I declined
and tossed the scaly thing back to the sea,
where it struggled against a wave of brine
and cursed and spat, its anger geared toward me,
but I did not heed its foul words. I swore
not to rely on seafood to improve
my life, or prevent me from a dull bore
of an existence, or to swiftly move
my soul into action. No, I would not
devote my time to a bass or a cod.
by Belinda Roddie
Once upon a blue moon, I caught a fish
that spoke to me as I sat on the grass,
promising me that he would grant a wish
to me, as if I were a simple ass
who would believe anything. I declined
and tossed the scaly thing back to the sea,
where it struggled against a wave of brine
and cursed and spat, its anger geared toward me,
but I did not heed its foul words. I swore
not to rely on seafood to improve
my life, or prevent me from a dull bore
of an existence, or to swiftly move
my soul into action. No, I would not
devote my time to a bass or a cod.
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