L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Night Fishing

Wolves howl at the moon shining over the ridge
Golden light glancing off the silver steel girders,
Slithers of squiggly speckles ripple in the stream
After the trotline is suspended between buoys
The night fishermen play five-card stud poker,
And swap tall tales about their youthful follies.

written October 31, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger November 1, 2021 at 10:38 AM I really have enjoyed the alliteration here "Slithers of squiggly speckles ripple in the stream" L Milton Hankins November 1, 2021 at 11:14 AM You can borrow "slithers of squiggly speckles" if you like. That's the only way I could describe it when I've seen the light shining on the night river...and, again, the alliteration just came out.

Evelyn Judy Buehler October 31, 2021 at 7:54 PM Your lovely imagery truly sets the scene of enjoyment among friends on a moonlit night, Milton. Well done! :) L Milton Hankins October 31, 2021 at 8:05 PM Thank you so much for your sweet, kind remarks, Evelyn. I have observed this scene in my lifetime...often true relaxation after a week's labors.

Gershon Wolf October 31, 2021 at 6:55 PM Methinks that these kind of writes, about 'regular guys going about their regular business or leisure moments -- you do extraordinarily well. I, for one, just love them. Bravo, Milt. :) gw L Milton Hankins October 31, 2021 at 7:09 PM Thank you, gw, for this really nice and helpful comment on my phone. I really appreciated it.