The prawn net

22 Mar

Posted March 22, 2016 by Julian O'Dea in Uncategorized. Tagged: Poetry, writing. Leave a Comment

Laying down my cares
and picking up the prawn net,
I go down to the brackish
lake near our holiday house.

My eyes narrow and focus
just beneath the surface,
the net darting out as
if it were another creature.

(Julian O’Dea)

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