At the sign of the fish

fishlock
what lover felt that landing a fish
locked for aeons
could vouchsafe the course of true love;
a creature gasping by the watery wayside
declaiming empty-mouthed without
fluidity of feeling
depths of emotion

or is it the signature of Jonah
harbinger of peril
three days and nights
engulfed in guts
to be vomited in disgust
by a sea-sick whale for the penitence of Nineveh

by the same piscine portent
likewise the  time scale
came One who condensed death and restitution
love and painful passion
into an ascension for landlocked souls

at the sign of the fish
there is communion

©Laura Granby 2015
At the end of the 40 days, I was moved to write this poem in the spirit of Easter – wishing all a Happy holiday and the joys of Spring.

Stuck on amber

amber the german shepherd dog
Half grown and heavier than the oldest man-cub in the pack.
And teeth which crack a bone with ease but merely graze a hand in play.
The cat disdains, but fears in turn the one quick bite and shake
as mouth on mouse or fledgling bird so practised by the feline race.
Your strength’s the bond. Fashioned with love from amber, and ivory black.

Written for 5 sentence fiction: Strength – and dedicated to Amber. R.I.P

Cold feet

Exif_JPEG_PICTUREOh! the times we’ve sat here enjoying the silence, sunshine and views over the aboretum.

To plant a tree for every year of our being together, that was the plan, but instead I planted one in your memory.

Now our special seat looks like a coffin.

I just want to lie down here and sleep for as long as it takes to join you.

But then I get cold feet.

Written for  5 sentence fiction: Frozen