Saturday, March 29, 2008

a little poetry

Two Fish

when two fish spoke
their speech was scarlet

they met in a bowl
of molten gold air

they swung in an arch
of seven rainbow sheens

they swam in a grotto
one of a thousand grottoes

they shook their fins
in a green feather dust

-author unknown


Nancy J. Bond said...

Beautiful fish, lovely poem, wonderful paintings!

kate smudges said...

I love the line, 'they met in a bowl of molten gold air'. That is such a cool photograph of the fish. I love it!