An Old Man's Fancy by bittershadowfruit, literature
Literature
An Old Man's Fancy
And through the crowded seas
Where schools swarm,
Orchestration alive and unbound,
Do fins and scales neither clash nor glance.
Oh! The display is vivid,
It is a ranging verse unto itself,
This artful piscine foxtrot
In the murky deep.
From a point of vantage,
A quiet seat by the quiet shore,
They become an old man's fancy,
These fish that dart and arc
In the feet below the surface
Where the sun may still warm.
Methinks they scuttle with purpose,
Though a fish's ambition simple,
But to be,
As they are,
Wisps, spirits, flecks of reflection,
Is a purpose noble enough,
To an old man.
His seat quiet and his eye content,
He c