Fishing in Fire

Angeline Beres

The sun
hangs a red ball
in the early August sky
filtered through
wood ash

It’s just
one shade paler
than the bloody moon
filled the sky
last night

A breath’s
hard to catch
out on stagnant water
tastes of ashy

Still salmon
rise for the bait
gasping in the foul air
appetite being
what it is


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Fishing in Fire

  1. ebbtide says:

    I feel like you and I must have similar skies right now with the smoke from the Canadian fires… it’s been surreal to say the least. You’ve described it perfectly here.


    • ‘Write what you’re experiencing’ is what I’ve been told. Sometimes it’s fire, sometimes it’s ice. Over here on the Sound again the air is just as bad as over in eastern WA but not quite as acrid. Glad you could identify with the verse. Pray for some heavy rain . . .


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