Index
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poe0017
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Genre
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Poetry
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Author
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Desmond Tarrant
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Date
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10.09.01
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Title
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‘The Silver Eel’
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The Silver Eel
The small boy leant low over the river.
Suspended by divine connections, he
Peered into the clean, clear world of water
To see the life within and what it held
While the willows sighed and wept, the boy could
See below, an eel of furtive yellow
Slipping through the reeds. In fear, it seemed to
Speak to him of mysteries all around.
The river ran away their years of youth.
Then the yellow eel underwent a change.
It’s back came blazing forth in bronze barred black.
It’s belly turned to silver. It’s slim snout
Sharpened. Larger eyes could see more clearly.
But the boy had changed as well, in battle
With the landlocked serpent by the exit
To a garden he was soon to leave for life.
The eel, now bold in silver raiment ruled.
Eventually came Autumn. In midnight
Storms the eel followed the pull of the sea
To put it’s power in the ocean pit.
The tide of change swept the young man along
To grow in conflict in the cities. All
Was turbulence and motion constantly
In waves of tension as one sank or swam.
Lastly, the long voyage almost over,
The silver eel rode on conquering currents
To rest in the glory of tropical waters.
These seemed like heaven to the silver eel.
At last, he, too, made ready to depart
As surging tidal forces left his heart.
Life’s long journey finished, he, too, did home
To heaven’s joy, just like the silver eel.
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