I adjust my hat, foiling the wind, and stare against the glint of the sun on the water.  I can’t see any fish – but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.  Seagulls call; my nose is filled with salt, air and bait.  Clouds gambol and rocket across the sheet of blue in slow motion.  My father handles the hooks, then hands me my baited line, swinging half-threateningly from the bright red reel.  I drop the line with a satisfying plunk, shattering the sun-pattern on the surface of the sea.  Hypnotised, I watch the sinker twiddle and twirl as it disappears into the deep green, dancing to the depths.  Dad begins to sing a loud and familiar sea shanty.  Eyes fixed on nothing in particular, I grin and hum along.  The world sparkles in tune.

long day
of dad, daughter and fish
salt and sun

February ’06


1 Response to “fishing”

  1. 1 philosophyoflife October 10, 2007 at 6:36 pm

    A moment to ‘savour’ between “dad and daughter”..

    Beautifully written.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s


This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

Constructive critique is actively encouraged!

I am usually singing words as well as writing them, and make lots of other art. You can find me & my other art at any of the below links. x

Latest quick update…

Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.





All content on this blog © Rebecca Tilley, 2003-present

%d bloggers like this: