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Fish Whisperer<\/strong><\/p>\n The loch plays the game it likes to play sheep\/sheep\u00a0 cow\/cow\u00a0 rowan\/rowan. of white at the water’s edge remains an orbiting sound speeds depths – fish so fast we miss it. it hurtles up, brown blade She calls again. It comes again, the day. Circles ripple lines thin as floss, out then in then Don’t be fooled little fish, but hooks that want to bite you.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Alyson Hallett<\/strong>‘s latest book is On Ridgegrove Hil<\/em>l (Atlantic Press). The book was written during her time as poet-in-residence in Charles Causley’s house in Launceston,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fish Whisperer The loch plays the game it likes to play on windless days, double this, double that, sheep\/sheep\u00a0 cow\/cow\u00a0 rowan\/rowan. Eyes twice-fill and only a frill of white at the water’s edge remains un-reflected. Splish-splash\u00a0 – an orbiting sound speeds from the brackish depths – fish so fast we miss it. Lynn […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12106"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12107,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12106\/revisions\/12107"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non windless days, double this, double that,<\/p>\n
\nEyes twice-fill and only a frill<\/p>\n
\nun-reflected. Splish-splash\u00a0 –<\/p>\n
\nfrom the brackish<\/p>\n
\nLynn calls it back and<\/p>\n
\nof trout driving skyward.<\/p>\n
\na miracle of scales slicing<\/p>\n
\nand multiply. A man in a boat casts<\/p>\n
\nout again, whip-whip-whip on the loch.<\/p>\n
\nLynn says, they’re not flies<\/p>\n