I will not dream another's sweet musings <br />when the truth is only partly known <br />the fruit is so sweet but of another knowledge <br /> <br />but face my own full on <br />naked in the darkness <br />and recognise that which has never been shown before <br />and dream it as my own <br /> <br />I will not share you with another <br />I cannot <br />for their knowledge would lack the spice of experience <br /> <br />I am the silver salmon driving out of the peat black water into the <br />daylight <br />Rising rising <br />timeless and heavy <br />Falling backwards into the darkness <br /> <br />I am inside you rising up through the water feeling the water rush past <br />my <br />flanks <br />light flickers above <br />Searching for the head waters <br /> <br />They are there. I smell them <br />Peatiness all round <br /> <br />I hold your flanks <br />Pass my hands to your front, beneath your gills <br />fingers just apart <br />sensing your power running past my fingers <br />Silver water running through my fingers <br /> <br />Pass my hands down your sides <br />Sense the water passing over my skin <br />Surges rising up <br />geysers of water silver spume <br /> <br />The salmon rises <br /> <br />My beautiful salmon, you rise and explode gasping in the electric air <br />showers of jewels tremble in the sunlight <br />the sound of a thousand water falls <br /> <br />The pinky darkness of your open mouth <br />catching the irresdecent droplets <br /> <br />Your flanks tremble in the sun <br /> <br />and fall <br /> <br />back into the enveloping water <br />bubbles rise <br />Dark fish sinks into the velvet darkness <br /> <br />Still Still Swish Still <br /> <br />Held like a chalice<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaping-salmon/
