Old Trout Somehow beneath all this weaving under the graft and the forms I swim merry as a trout gilded by God, I gleam and slide away from the reach of Midas I cannot hear envelopes crammed with fear hitting the doormat fish do not pay bills (except when drachma leap unexpectedly into their open mouths along with hooks and sinkers) fish only swish and let holy water pass over their waiting gills. time to breathe, and glimmer and let good things pool.
Keren Dibbens-Wyatt is a chronically ill writer and artist with a passion for poetry, mysticism, story and colour. Her writing features regularly on spiritual blogs and in literary journals. Her latest book is Recital of Love (Paraclete Press, 2020). Keren lives in South East England.
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