Little Fish

Above the torpid water, summer sleeps
as the creek meanders along its way.
Big fish slumber in the shore-shaded deep;
in the reedy shallows, little fish play,
young and bold, they care not about the day.
They dart and splash, chase crawdads and minnows,
joyous with life, not like the old fellows.

©2021 KT Workman

(Note: Rhyme royal—7 lines long, 10 syllables per line.
Rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-b-c-c)

Image by MeHe from Pixabay

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KT Workman

KT Workman grew up in the rural South without the benefit of cell phones or the Internet, a time and place that has heavily influenced her writing. To this day, when she puts pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—nine times out of ten her mind veers south onto that old, familiar road. It goes home. KT resides in Arkansas where she writes a wide variety of gothic and speculative fiction, poetry, and dabbles in watercolor painting and amateur photography.

4 thoughts on “Little Fish”

    1. I can’t dwell completely in the dark to grow, I suppose. I’m trying to write more poetry that doesn’t involve gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair. Doesn’t come naturally to me though…
      Thank you sister…love back to you. 💕

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