Dipper recounts ‘that’ part in a day when the search for perch becomes . . .

In the shadows beneath the willow the float is still, though the bait far below entices a thrill

In his chosen pitch an angler sits, where the river slows and contentment flows

In the shadows beneath the willow the float is still, though the bait far below entices a thrill

A flash of blue lightening as a kingfisher darts by, the angler watches on, first alerted by the song

Did the float stir or was it a dream? the hand on the rod hoping for a change in the scene 

Dip….Bob…vanish and the crimson tip is gone, a firm grip, a lift of the rod and the battle is on

A chance glimpse of stripes and the opponent is known, stubborn, strong and hefty, the argument is fraught but pleasingly lengthy

The curve of the cane becomes less severe, a tense minute later it’s job is done as the prize comes near

Safely landed a vision of fierce perfection, a daydream manifested, somehow conjured from reflections 

The anglers day is made, a moment of admiration, the image committed to memory, it’s story for contemplation  

The prize is slipped back, sinking slowly from perception, the smiling angler re-baits and re-casts although this time with less intention

Writing & image – Dipper, Gloucestershire winter 2021