Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Fishing: A Mock-Heroic Poem Anna Pluff, '16 Scales of gleaming color That even the darkness could not quench, For its tail cast its own fire As that monster swam through the depths. My weapon of steel, my weapon of might, Plunged itself into the waters As I called that being to fight. Each heartbeat cried for slaughter. The moon grinned above me With its evil, tempting smile, As if that monster within the sea Would present me with a heavy trial. The tug of a line or the tug of a soul? It mattered not. The waves themselves could not subdue To my omnipresent strength, he was mine to control. It was time for our history to be written anew. With the capture there was no war, For my cunning dexterity claimed only one victor. The sunfish dragged upon the shore And I was left standing, only richer.