Marlin Fishing

The wind swept past
thundering in my ears and spraying ocean
in my face, dampening the sound of
the boat smashing over and down the
waves. The sun blotted the sky blinding
and made my shoulders heavy, but
I bellowed up
with excitement- hollering- my
breath heavy as I reeled
in the catch.
This entry was posted in Poetry.

One comment on “Marlin Fishing

  1. Neill says:

    Yes, Ian, that’s what it’s like, alright.

    A nice piece – great rhythm and punch.

    Thanks for taking me with you.

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