The Fishermen

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Camera FLASH!
Here is our first photograph: What could they possibly be hauling out of the ocean?

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Untitled by Thomas Eakins 1910

Light fades. Steely skies fill
with rain. The fishermen must
hurry. One of their own is stuck
on buried stone with his catch
for the day. He cannot afford
to lose his haul. Small village
of fishermen come together
as light fades.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to The Fishermen

  1. Candy says:

    That certainly tells the story behind this image. I can feel the anxiety.

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  2. This is as dramatic as the sky! I’d love to know what they were hauling in. Quite biblical x

    Sent by Brenda Kimmins

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  3. oldegg says:

    Good on you for keeping the subject alive and his catch intact. I am sure most of us thought the scene depicted a tragedy rather than a rescue!

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  4. Miranda says:

    I like the way you have arranged the line breaks. It adds to the flow of the narrative very well.

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  5. I love this positive outlook on the picture 🙂 Very nicely done!

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  6. A tale worthy of those Mariners.

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  7. Oh losing your net,… nothing could be worse… glad that there are those to help out

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  8. Isadora Gruye says:

    I like how you chose to explore the one moment of the photograph. Well done and viva la.

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  9. Mariners fighting the sea for one of their own… love it

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  10. jazzbumpa says:

    I feel the tide rising – with no boats to be lifted.

    namaste
    JzB

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