Wooden Bream

Awkward – Word of the Day


Now that’s definitely awkward! Augusta tour boat jetty, with the Blackwood River riding high after heavy winter rains.


Wooden Bream

The evening light is dim,
and the tide betwixt,
swash, swash, swash,
lapping the timber sides
in rhythmic beat.
There’s a sole light with courting moths,
and shadows are moving about.
It’s deeper further along,
and the pros are casting there.
We’re at the shallow end,
the beginners place.
I set my rod,
the rig is ready,
bait set and the line is cast.
Then in it comes,
an angler’s hazzard appears,
an inedible blowie.
Father demands a turn,
the rig is ready,
bait set and the line is cast,
and then it strains,
his excitement mounts.
He yells, “I’ve got one!”
The pros all turn,
“this must be good.”
But I cut the line,
his catch is inedible too,
a wooden bream.
“Dad, you’ve hooked the jetty.”

©Paul Cannon

This poem is a true story, one of my childhood memories. Black Bream is species of fish found in the Swan river, it is said that they are cunning and wily and hard to catch.




Filed under beach, boats, life, nature, poetry

36 responses to “Wooden Bream

  1. Great memory to have! I’m sure you still chuckle over it.

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  2. Oops really awkward. Was there any other catch that day?

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  3. You know I can relate to the piers being like that. It has been many years though since I was little and we had a farm. Good memories, thanks.

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  4. I am sure you have a laugh over it now!

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  5. apt photo for the prompt and fun memory, poor dad!

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  6. haha..this one cracked me up. Such a joyful recollection fo a childhood memory

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  7. JayMentor

    Wonderful. Nostalgic. 😎❤️regards Jay

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  8. Oh, my! That was a great memory with your dad.

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  9. lync56

    Love it – love alteration – it certainly took me to the jetty with you


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