From the fishpond

I. Seasons

(A poem in four linked haiku)

We orange, we silver,
we brazen dazzlers twisting
around Summer’s knees:

gold torpedoes flirt
with air and blue sky, black bugs
sucked from water’s lip

into hungry throats.
A daily feast of algae.
We grow fat. But now

comes Fall. Beware – and
clupe with bulging eye on the
hand in Winter’s glove.


(A feeding behaviour common to carp is called “cluping”. Cluping carp are sucking whatever is caught in the water’s surface film – anything, in fact, that looks reasonably natural. While feeding, they may be in shoals of six to more than 100 fish, and they can be located with binoculars or heard at distances of up to 100 yards. Source:


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