I have lived inland all my life,
got no further than sticklebacks
glowering in jars,
never once ate trout.
Here in my new kitchen
this strange fish slips from my grip,
slithers and slaps against the sink.
It smells of foreign things.
The loose scales must be scraped away.
I curse as, sliding, it escapes again.
But soon the sink begins to fill
with pieces of silver,
sequins sail its lake, starbursts
hammer its surface to a shimmer.
I scoop one gently on a fingertip:
it clings, and winks and winks with light.
When you walk in – starving, as you say –
you find me lining out frail specks
of starlight on the drainer’s edge.
Gill McEvoy is a poet with determination, if not always the energy! With friends she runs Zest!, a quarterly Open Floor Poetry Night in Chester. She and Judy Ugonna run workshops (Poem Catchers). She also runs The Poem Shed, a workshop group, and a poetry reading group “The Golden Pear”. She has published 2 pamphlets “Uncertain Days” and “A Sampler”, (Happenstance Press, 2006, 2008) and a full collection “The Plucking Shed” (Cinnamon Press, 2010).
Occasionally she blogs at redbotinki.blogspot.com.
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7 thoughts on “Gill McEvoy: Featured Poet”
What a great fish poem! I love that “it clings, and winks and winks with light.” line, and the imaginative descriptions of what happened at the sink 🙂 And I’ve explored (and book-marked) your poetry-related web links. Thanks, Gill.
Beautiful! Thank you, Gill and Abegail.
Love this poem Gill. I’ll go with the 2 lines before Elly’s faves – ‘sequins sail its lake, starbursts hammer its surface to a shimmer’ – as being my top two. I’ve read a few of your poems here and there and always enjoy them. Must order myself a copy of The Plucking Shed…
Terrific poem Gill. Although I love the imagery in the final two stanzas, I can identify so much with the 2nd and 3rd (being married to a fly fisherman). As I am always longing for the trout to get away I love the sense of it still being able to slide from capture, even at the sink. And in the final stanzas you capture the beauty of the fish as it looks when it is in the rivers or lakes and its scales do wink in the sunlight.
I never eat trout now and your poem makes me realise why – how can one eat something that can conjure up such beautiful imagery :)) Thank you for a good read.
I love Gill’s work, and I’m never quite sure where I am with it which is part of the charm. Part of me longs to dive into a meal of fish, the other never to eat one again, they’re too beautiful.
Enjoyed your poem thanks
wonderful your ability to evoke the strong beauty here. thank you.