Saturday, September 18, 2010

SALMONBELLIES

SALMONBELLIES

fish canneries on stilts on the Fraser
distant haunting sockeye
chanting sacred salmon songs
staring with bulging eyes into the water
enchanted with the waiting gillnets
stuffed with rust for their throats
delighted we are not fishermen
we are Salmonbellies
lacrosse is our game

.................I do not like explaining my poetry...however I will this time....I grew up in New Westminster B.C. on the banks of the Fraser....played lacrosse in the fabled NW Salmonbellies organization.

10 comments:

anthonynorth said...

A very sporting poem. Nice one.

Judy Roney said...

I did get that gist of where you were coming from in the poem before your explanation, Wayne. I saw some of the salmon runs in the NW and was so impressed with the "show". I'm also impressed with this poem about the sockeye and the Salmonbellies.

Systematic Weasel said...

Awesome post, Wayne! Thanks for sharing! =)

-Weasel

Diane T said...

Ah, the Fraser River. I lived on it too at Mission City. (Live in Wisconsin now). Sockeye salmon... my favorite! Can you explain Salmonbellies? LOL! They are getting ready for Salmon Days in Issaquah. A passionate and funny poem, just like mine, LOL.

flaubert said...

Wayne thanks for the explanation! I enjoyed this!
Pamela

gautami tripathy said...

So good. Liked it.

about fish, chips, nothing much else

And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday mornings and thereafter!

vivinfrance said...

The explanation adds another dimension to the poem, which I enjoyed very much.

Deborah said...

I like this!

briarcat said...

"enchanted by the waiting gillnets" tossed, as if casually, in there
I love the end--sounds like a cheer, and the team name is so very not-U.S.-like.

pieceofpie said...

can't help but to reflect on the monster salmon...shall we or shall we not eat the changed salmon... talk abt messing with the sacred... but back to the poem... love yr comment.. half the time im not even sure i wrote what i wrote after a couple of days... gotta say there's something about canneries that just sorta thrill me... maybe it's too much beck...cannery row and all that... tho i did work at a prawn's shoppe all day long pulling headz and tails off... itz the beach, the ocean... pescador