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Hooked<\/strong><\/p>\n I stuffed my hook in a ragworm’s jaws, Now I fish for something I can’t describe. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Peter Kenny<\/strong>\u2019s pamphlet The Nightwork<\/em> (2014) was published by Telltale Press. His Guernsey poems The Boy Who Fell Upward<\/em>s appeared in A Guernsey Double<\/em> (2010). He also writes words for music, plays and prose www.peterkenny.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hooked I stuffed my hook in a ragworm’s jaws, caught a glum goby with a ground line, hooked peacock rockfish, cats-meat pollack, spinning with the twins off The White Rock. With a sun-thawed, severed sandeel head, I foul-hooked fighting green-boned garfish on a short-traced float from the lighthouse. From boats I dragged […]<\/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-8423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8423","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=8423"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8423\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8425,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8423\/revisions\/8425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncaught a glum goby with a ground line,
\nhooked peacock rockfish, cats-meat pollack,
\nspinning with the twins off The White Rock.
\nWith a sun-thawed, severed sandeel head,
\nI foul-hooked fighting green-boned garfish
\non a short-traced float from the lighthouse.
\nFrom boats I dragged foil, feathers, bare hooks
\npast ravenous packs of mackerel.
\nI heard spider crabs skitter on deck,
\nsaw lobsters lobbed out from lobster pots
\nwent home to the kitchen scream of crabs.<\/p>\n
\nI wait for the ormer skies of sundown,
\nmy fine line curving somewhere out of sight,
\nits weightless trace baited with silence.<\/p>\n