Wednesday 29 April 2015

A Trinity of Fish.

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We didn’t mention the fish yesterday.

The fish above the boat on the door?

That’s the one.

You’re right, we didn’t.

If we had, then today would have completed a trilogy of fish that were carts before the horse.

Metaphorically speaking that is, ‘cos in fact they are fish.

And…. all on doors.

Was the blue shed fish on a door? (editorial note t)

Hang on….. no, not exactly. It’s NEAR a door, on a bit that touches something that’s on the door.


It’s on a window, least way the fish bubbles are.

Windows could be considered as doors.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

What colour are her eyes?

Mountain ash in my memory; mountain torrent in my dreams.

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