Goldfish by Alyda Faber

The shamelessness of goldfish
skimming the pond, their fleshy Os
skirmish for flakes
dropped from a teaspoon.
Among the reflected trees
flames flit in drowned wheels.
Was I once so round in expectation?
Mouth open for the nipple
breaking the surface of my own dark
without a glimmer of thinking.
My Open, swim! Open
the world for food and fire


Alyda Faber has published poetry in Canadian and Dutch literary magazines: The Antigonish Review, Contemporary Verse 2, Ensafh. (Etc.), The Malahat Review, The Nashwaak Review, The Puritan Review, and in an anthology edited by Elizabeth Harvor. 

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