The Wife and her Fisherman

This is the first part of my new poetic suite, The Wife and her Fisherman. Copies of the full book can be bought by calling me on my mobile 0431616001, for $10 AUS + postage.

The Wife and Her Fisherman


A Poetic Tale

written by

Gregory Paul Broadbent
I




The Fisherman’s Wish

It is written somewhere that


Golden Fleece lie in the bright sunlit fields


near the sun’s great home


where life cannot reach but by trickery,


and where death comes only to be tricked into life.






You sink into your chair with your curlicues drooping


into the soft flax you spin as braids of wool


blow around on the weathered floorboard with the dust.






You slump down with that same simple smile


that drops into your face before you drop the wool.


Motioning, with an eyebrow lilt, the end of day,


you mark the secret passage we take to our temple


where we sleep and dream of golden fields


full of all the fruits and fleece of our wishes


ready to be plucked like cotton from the bush,


ready to be spun into gold,


just as we dream our Earth is as it is in our Heaven.






Sometimes in your sigh


I see your wish, I see


you settle into your spinning with a shrug


as you sigh again.


Sometimes I see your cold, wrinkled, weathered hands


curl around the single flaxen line.


I see your heart shooting out like arms around the world, your sad shoulders bridging your blessed head


in repose and regret.






Might I steal into the fields of the sun


and take a golden dream?






Should I live one, just to give one?






I will go, find a fish,


go aboard my boat to hook a wish


so that you should sigh no more or cry


and think the world will pass you by.

 
I will post the other chapters as I go.