Image: Hank with a whopper ( at least to me it was!)
It was late afternoon
The heat of the day still
beating down on us. The sea
was calm. The sky was clear
in bluish hues with white clouds
drifting leisurely by. It looked
to be so inviting. The beach was
filled with the shrieks and laughter
of the youngsters, stragglers from the
crowd barely minutes ago. It would
be quiet shortly with dusk approaching.
We put out to sea in the middle of
the night. The heavens above was full
of twinkling stars. A slight sea breeze
playfully rocked the boat a little.
We shone the torch-lights into the
crystal clear waters. That was one way
to attract the squids to the surface
which were scooped up as bait
Light waves kept lapping the sides
of the boat to a regular rhythm.
It rocked us in time preventing
us from having a shut-eye.
The night was uneventful with
just small bites. The regular rocking
was a bother. It was frustrating
and the night was long
The break of dawn was the clincher.
Bites galore, what a whopper!
Night fishing was a test of patience
Saving the best for last!
Note: Victoria invited us 'to write a descriptive poem in which
images are used to describe a feeling, a person, an object
using primarily surroundings. Every adjective in the poem refers
to its surroundings, not to the thing itself'
Written for
d'Verse, where Victoria is hosting at Meeting the Bar - The Medium is the Message
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