Sentinel Poetry (Online) #59 ISSN 1479-425X

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November 2007 l POETRY

 

Bob Beagrie

 

Night Fishing at Antibes

(Picasso 1939)

 

In the night sweat of high summer

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

A coble bobs amid green harbour lights

Two brothers crouch to peer over the side

Through their elongated reflections

 

Antibes behind celebrates with fireworks

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

Dora and Jacqueline stand on the quay

Their giggles quiver like mooring ropes

Ahoy, we池e hungry, catch us a fishie!

 

The brothers are drunk on sangria and beer

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

Dora wears a bright green scarf

Jacqueline licks at an ice cream cone

Their giggles quiver like mooring ropes

 

There痴 a one, there痴 a one! Dora points

I値l catch ye that fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye that fine fat fish for supper!

 

Her calls fill the brothers with autumn smells

While fire flowers purple between the stars

Dora waves her bright green scarf

 

Two clowns in a coble dance for their queens

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

But Dora has sharp thorns in her mouth

And Jacqueline wears hard stones in her eyes

As she sits astride her bicycle

 

For the girls the brothers are glorious fools

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

The town is thronged with song and dance

The brothers are drunk on sangria and beer

One holds a fork, the other hides a club

The harbour is bathed in envy

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

Dora and Jaqueline look like aliens

In the night sweat of high summer

Dora and Jaqueline sing like sirens

 

Tonight these brothers will start to fight

I値l catch ye a fishie, ma deary

I値l catch ye a fine fat fish for supper!

 

Don稚 wriggle so, brother, don稚 nudge me over!

Though we池e after the same fishy, ma deary

Though we池e after the very same fish on a bike

 

 

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