A Girl Fishing, a poem by Karina Tynan

IMG_1462Before he had sons, or she had brothers

he took her, as if she were a son.

He got her up at five, to set illegal lines for eel.

Crisp and early, behind the veil of morning 

she remembered her delight, teeming out, 

her voice, a hoarse screech,

her step catching up through deep dew grass.

Then by the river, his frame bent,

he taught her how to break a rule.

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Like a child he displayed the procedure.

Like an adult she nodded and affirmed,

all serious, careful not to break the spell,

Knowing that he needed to show her. 

 

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Canal Walk Kilkenny Ireland

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