To be a Fisher King

To be a Fisher King

A poem inspired by the sighting of two Kingfishers, many years apart.

To be a Fisher King

"It was cool down there by the stream, just me, my thoughts, my dream: My dream to be a Fisher King.

The river: my kingdom from West to East. The trees: my castle on the bank. Every day the fish for my feast.

FLASH. Silent he came, silent he went, unseen by so many but seen by me: The Fisher King...."

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