Fishing the Moon

She is puckered up like a strange kiss
in the mourning jet of midnight’s pond.

She quivers her fins, a shimmering silver moonfish
in a Piscean circle, meeting herself mirrored

among ripples, before she sinks like a stonefish
into sad little couplets of morning.

Kim M. Russell, 28th July 2025

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It’s Monday and time for us to write quadrilles at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week Mish is our host, and she asks us to write poems of any style with exactly 44 words, not including the title, which must contain the word ‘fish’.

Mish has not only given us a whole list of words to play with, she has also shared a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, ‘Famous’, which includes the line ‘The river is famous to the fish’.

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