Fell hard under her spell
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Broad in the beam
not much of a looker
this crusty rust-bucket
of nuts screws and bolts
is a crabby old hooker
as luck would have it
dolled up trolling for supper
at any port in a storm
she still gives good service
tho' down on her uppers
now showing her years
deep in the scuppers
yet still on the game
fishing by night for a living
not to sully or bruise her good name
tho' one might unduly call her
a 'Cruiser'
this goodly vessel is truly a trawler
If you give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
If you teach a man to fish his wife will soon leave him.
hook, line and sinker;
drowned in your seductive eyes.
with effortless ease,
you entrap me in your web.
a spider with wicked charms.
Date written: 04/05/2023
HOOK LINE AND SINKER
left right and centre
trees crowd highways
like gawkers at
a police barrier
arms wave unsteadily
narrowing the light
abstraction makes
me ill
hook line and sinker
hunched down shut
eyes tight with fright
greens sway on and on
until they stop
dead still
left right and centre
a year streaked with
sunny weathers acre
upon acre of fields
reaching within
souls fill
hook line and sinker
prehistoric thinker
steering gripping
knuckles tight white
falling apart
with a fresh
lost will
© Kim van Breda—10 September 2015
Hook, Line and Sinker
I went fishing by myself today
It is not something I normally do
I like to sit by the water’s edge
Watching the light reflect off the blue
Yes I like the fishing part
The hook, line, sinker, bobber and worm
And just in case I get a bite
I have a grip on the pole that is firm
I can’t think of a better thrill
Then to see the bobber go down
I try to remember all that you said
To make that fish land aground
But whatever has taken the bait
Is not coming in like I thought
It has other ideas in mind
I can tell you that fish really fought
Finally after quite a while
The fish gave up the fight
I was tired clear to the bone
But oh my what a beautiful sight
Twenty pounds at least I thought
I envisioned catfish filets all around
It got it close up to the bank when I heard
The most terrible horrible sound
I lost my hook line and sinker
The sound was the twang of my fishing line
The catfish saw me up close and left
And destroyed my vision of catfish divine
Connie Moore
I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have only just met you
But I am already having the best night of my life
Such tingles my cotton felled heart
And all we have done
Is communicate
Merely talk
And boy have I fallen
Wanted just to listened
To your every word
Because I am such taken in
You've not only got me
Hook, Line and Sinker
My thoughts are already
5 steps ahead
Where you are undressed on my bed
Fully clothed till your head
And as much as I now want you
It was not your silhouette
That enticed me in
But neither will I choose to lie
That cute was never a factor
I am not that good an actor
Because it is blatantly apparent
1 is strikingly beautiful as a girl
And seldom do these 2 particular disciplines
Manifest into 1 complete package
Without prior baggage
But when they do
Manage to combine these 2
No marvel nor neither star lit sky
In search of rockets and hidden pockets
Can resets all the default controls
Set to pierce the center of the sun
The fishing of Scotland's coast
To be honest I have to boast
Please come take a look
And dangle your hook
And join me in traditional toast
My favourite place is called Dunnet Head
With many species it has to be said
One just dangles their line
Hey presto! see what you find
It's a bite, not the weight of your lead
But sadly there has been some stinkers
When the fish must have been thinkers
For many times we did try
In us they espied
Wasting our time dropping our sinkers
Each moment on the road freedom defies the rules,
Vehicles shy away from the bullock cart mules,
Must you take on the one in an open jaunty ride?
And forget they could mess you up with their dainty stride.
.
Deep holes to the left and pot holes to the right,
Shuffle to dodge and you would make others crazy to fight,
In a carriage it is best the old horn will not rattle,
All will hear you as the historic model does battle.
.
What if the aged contraption chooses to blow and steam?
Sit by this pond to cool, as you fool tattle fishes to dream.
.
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Picture prompt:-
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