A fish there is
That swims across the canvas
Right to left
Bull-shit free
and bold
Beautiful and bereft
Of nothing
An admirably plain-speaking fish
This was a fish when time was
Famous in the Catacombs
When the Christ was spoken of
Only in whispers
It wears its glory lightly
Down at the mouth, yes,
But don’t be fooled
Leeanne’s fish glows contented
In its own shimmering skin
It’s candid iridescence
Eases without ego
The dull water in which it swims
Into the background.
~ my friend, the musician and writer
Andrew Roddy, Gortehark, Donegal
Ireland on 17 September 2016 was inspired to
write this lovely little piece about my attempt
to paint a fish.
I love it entirely.
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