Unalluring Poems | Examples

The Mirage

Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers,
line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian 
colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs
dulled in an unalluring huddle; the bait lies unused

their drawers lowered like fathers, they recall summer 
days with their flies down fondly. The boxed lures lay 
belly-up forlorn, caste offs: boat-less, rod-less reminders
upon rickety tables, these tabled reveries of mist and sun

conjoin in conjugal tension. Soon sold to gen-millennial
to: decorate walls, ghost grandparents, mind-meld the screen
dancers to the much missed external world. Where the
fish-belly white daughters and sons could sun with fathers

disconnected from the umbilical cord of the Protestant 
work ethic. Box baited: belly-up, forlorn, these caste off sinkers
line-less amble past the detritus of peaceful bygone days
when seas and lakes and ponds provided food for the soul.


Published in the April 2015 issue of Eunoia Review