Poem, Quadrille

Pops

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Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #228. Our host
Mish asks us – just for the halibut – to write a quadrille
using the word ‘fish’ in any configuration. Recalling
the many stories about my husband and his identical
twin fishing with their Pops, this is my quadrille.

Image by Me & ChatGPT

Pops
taught us
to cut bait,
fillet a fish,
and neat stuff like that.
We’d fish all day – mostly;
sometimes we’d get to dawdling.
That’s when Pops would blow a gasket
and yell “Hey, you clowns! Fish or cut bait!”

Those were the days!



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44 Words

This is “Fishin’ Blues” by Taj Mahal

Quadrille # 228


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  22. My grandfather was a first-rate fisherman, as was my father, and of course, I became one. My family took fishing seriously. I can recall as a child the many times spent fishing in the Gulf. Wading in the surf up to my waist, alongside the two of them, or standing on the south jetty casting for Redfish. I cut plenty of bait and changed many a rig, but I also learned the nuances of fishing and how it bonds a child to a parent and grandparent.

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