The Rainbow Trout
Last night, I dreamt we got ourselves a rainbow trout,
half-inched from some river in North America.
It caught our eye under the trembling surface
like sunlight moving over a mirror.
And when we opened it up, like a purse,
I imagined that instead of guts it contained gold.
And as I picked my way through its stomach
I was simply looking for loose change.
Siegfried Baber is a young, up-and-coming poet from Bath. Likes: Simon Armitage, Stephen Fry, and football. Dislikes: Spiders, people who haven’t heard of John Cooper Clarke, and footballers.