Fishing
Gone Fishing
It’s that time of year again when the weather is just about good enough for Gerry to go fishing ~ joy!
Under a fishing umbrella by the side of a lake in the pouring rain with husband and grandchildren, heaven happens. There is nothing quite so exciting as being at the mercy of the elements but safe! It appeals to our most basic human need for shelter and protection. All our needs are met. We are together, warm and dry and we have a picnic. We are relaxed and at peace. There is nothing we mustdo but enjoy ourselves. It is a precious gift ~ time to be. Grandchildren learn how to fish. They watch the fluorescent tip of the float marking the place where the line enters the water. The bait of sweetcorn gently drifts in the depths as we throw more corn in to attract the fish. And it does. The float waggles then dips down ~ a bite! Ben gets the landing net ready and Rosie slides the…
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Shimmer ~ haiku
This post is inspired by the Haiku Heights word prompt for this weekend which is “Shimmer”.
Clevedon in Somerset
Mellow moonlight drops
Diamonds on shimmering sea
Neap tide trickles out
Frosty day in the garden
From frosty shed roof
Hang diamanté drainpipes,
Glittering gutters
Lucky Strike
Lake shimmers ~ Ripples!
Mirror carp lured by the bait,
Fast strike ~ fish landed!
A good catch
Setting sun shimmers
On ancient Black Sea coast as
Night train leaves Sochi
Black Sea coast at sunset seen from train leaving Sochi
Nature
Having just come back from a restorative week in the log cabin by the fishing lakes, I am full of the sights and sounds of nature. So I have written for this week’s Haiku Heights prompt word which very conveniently is Nature!
Alone with my thoughts
Recharging my batteries
Immersed in nature
Sunset at Hillview
Walking in woodland
I catch glimpses of heaven
Revealed in nature
Butterfly in the Forest of Dean
Cormorants circle
Round reservoir full of fish
And herons hover
A cormorant resting
In ancient woodland
Birch, Rowan and Oak survive
And sweet chestnuts thrive
Forest of Dean at Lindors Country retreat House
Mosses and lichens
Green carpeted forest floor
The Forest of dean
Is a haven for wildlife
As nature intended
Haiku
As it is National Poetry Month I thought I would write a Haiku. Traditionally the Haiku has 17 syllables divided into 3 parts, the first with 5 syllables, the second with 7 syllables and the last with 5 syllables. The Japanese Haiku is written in one long line whereas the English Haiku is written in 3 lines. Generally the Haiku is written about nature or the seasons and the words paint the picture in the reader’s mind. The Haiku should appeal to the senses and encourage the reader to meditate on the topic. Mine captures the moment the fishing ends ………..
Sun sets, fishing stops
Herons hover overhead
Fish glide into reeds
Gone Fishing
Under a fishing umbrella by the side of a lake in the pouring rain with husband and grandchildren, heaven happens. There is nothing quite so exciting as being at the mercy of the elements but safe! It appeals to our most basic human need for shelter and protection. All our needs are met. We are together, warm and dry and we have a picnic. We are relaxed and at peace. There is nothing we must do but enjoy ourselves. It is a precious gift ~ time to be. Grandchildren learn how to fish. They watch the fluorescent tip of the float marking the place where the line enters the water. The bait of sweetcorn gently drifts in the depths as we throw more corn in to attract the fish. And it does. The float waggles then dips down ~ a bite! Ben gets the landing net ready and Rosie slides the unhooking mat into place. The mat is clean and padded to protect the fish from injury or infection. Gerry reels it in and Ben slips the net into the water and under the fish, gently lifting it clear of the water. It’s heavy, maybe 8lbs. A beautiful mirror carp. It has a golden belly and silver scales along each side of the backbone. The hook slips easily out of its mouth with the help of tiny forceps. The children take a photograph of this beautiful creature then it is placed gently back in the net and returned to the lake. We don’t throw the fish back like the match fishermen. We let it rest in the net for a few minutes then tilt the net so it can swim out safely, unharmed.
The rain stops, ducks settle on the bank. The sun comes out to end the day on a glorious note. The match fishermen leave, but we stay to watch the sun go down. The sky glows golden and the lake glitters. Flies abound and the fish leap up to catch them. Bats swirl around silently. Then huge wings darken the sky as three herons appear over the tree tops. They dominate the lake as they swoop down and help themselves to a fish supper.
It is an amazing sight and all we can do is watch in awe, then write Haiku about it!
Sun sets, fishing stops
Herons hover overhead
Fish glide into reeds
Grandad teaching Ben to fish, Rosie practising with a stick!
He’s got it!
Heron waiting for a fish supper
Heavenhappens 