Thursday, 28 April 2016

A poem by Louise King

The catch


the fish lay
beating red
unstill

the children watched its bleed
and stain, strained to see
the sun on silver
slapping tail and fighting fin

does it know how it looks
they asked, its mouth ripped
its bloat so urgent
large against our little feet

does it know
we cannot help but watch
then run to tell how sorry
and glad a thing it is
to kill




After a lifetime of writing, and having two children, Louise King is now submitting work to be published. Her poetry has appeared in I am not a Silent Poet and she performs her work in venues across South East London where she lives. Her short story The Crossing was longlisted for the Fish Short Story Prize 2015.

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