[the bear]

Unwaxed lemons yellow netted
Pale pips pop as juice drip drops
Onto chestnut smoked salmon
Glowing orange pink on a gold card
Deft knife slices tongue sized slivers
Dill fronded canapes matched with
A frisky Cotes de Gascogne from M&S
Tangy with colombard and ugni blanc
Tingling chilled and bead brim winking
It has lingered in the fridge itching to
Escort the salmon on its final journey
Ghillied from gullet to gastric skagerråk
Where enzymes lie in wait to dismantle
The delicious fish with acid precision
FIN

[Tzarchasm]

What is the meaning of 'Salar'?

[the bear]

(Original post by Tzarchasm)
What is the meaning of 'Salar'?

The Latin name for salmon

[Cinnabar]

(Original post by the bear)
Unwaxed lemons yellow netted
Pale pips pop as juice drip drops
Onto chestnut smoked salmon
Glowing orange pink on a gold card
Deft knife slices tongue sized slivers
Dill fronded canapes matched with
A frisky Cotes de Gascogne from M&S
Tangy with colombard and ugni blanc
Tingling chilled and bead brim winking
It has lingered in the fridge itching to
Escort the salmon on its final journey
Ghillied from gullet to gastric skagerråk
Where enzymes lie in wait to dismantle
The delicious fish with acid precision
FIN

Simply delectable use of imagery in this! I love all the sly fish/ing references slipped in: netted, ghillied, fin.

It feels almost ritualistic, like a kind of sending off ceremony...or may be that's just me

I also really like the alliterative 'Ghillied from gullet to gastric skagerråk', it's very guttural and swallowy.
It mirrors nicely the 'Pale pips pop as juice drip drops' at the beginning and alludes to the last journey that salmon make to spawn.

Though, I must admit my ignorance of the meaning of skagerråk - it sounds icy and deep, like a Norwegian fjord.

P.S. I highlighted the tastiest morsels but the whole poem is flawless and really shows how much depth can be packed into so few words.

[the bear]

(Original post by Cinnabar)
Simply delectable use of imagery in this! I love all the sly fish/ing references slipped in: netted, ghillied, fin.

It feels almost ritualistic, like a kind of sending off ceremony...or may be that's just me

I also really like the alliterative 'Ghillied from gullet to gastric skagerråk', it's very guttural and swallowy.
It mirrors nicely the 'Pale pips pop as juice drip drops' at the beginning and alludes to the last journey that salmon make to spawn.

Though, I must admit my ignorance of the meaning of skagerråk - it sounds icy and deep, like a Norwegian fjord.

P.S. I highlighted the tastiest morsels but the whole poem is flawless and really shows how much depth can be packed into so few words.

Well done Cinnabar... you managed to squeeze all the goodness from my fishy ode

Eating smoked salmon is quite a ritual... it is a special treat to be enjoyed slowly with attention to detail.
The Skagerråk is a notorious whirlpool off the coast of Norway which has dragged many ships to their doom... or perhaps i am thinking of the Kattagåt...

I did see this as the final lap of the salmon's amazing journey from river to ocean and back and finally to Tesco and then my stomach ... i was tempted to describe my throat as a set of rapids but decided against.

[Cinnabar]

(Original post by the bear)
Eating smoked salmon is quite a ritual... it is a special treat to be enjoyed slowly with attention to detail.

Now I feel like a barbarian, eating my desecrated tuna straight from the can!

(Original post by the bear)
i was tempted to describe my throat as a set of rapids but decided against.

Strangely, I think the faintest ghost of that idea still remains in the poem.

[the bear]

(Original post by Cinnabar)
Now I feel like a barbarian, eating my desecrated tuna straight from the can!



Strangely, I think the faintest ghost of that idea still remains in the poem.

Tuna is so good for you !!
Maybe i will make a tuna poem. Did you know that in the 1920s there was a thriving tuna fishery at Whitby ? Gentlemen would take the train up from London and catch huge tuna up to 500 lbs.

[hakking]

I started salivating from the second line of this poem. Visceral, animalistic and raw. I really loved it.

[the bear]

(Original post by hakking)
I started salivating from the second line of this poem. Visceral, animalistic and raw. I really loved it.

I think maybe other fish need celebrating soon... maybe smoked mackerel or sardines on toast

[bmqib]

roses are red
violets art thou
please tell thee
thou love is true

[Cinnabar]

(Original post by the bear)
Maybe i will make a tuna poem.

I look forward to this

(Original post by the bear)
I think maybe other fish need celebrating soon...

Indeed they do: smelt, sprat, vendace, halibut, turbot, solenette, pogge, gurnard...such mysterious and poetic names.

(Original post by the bear)
Did you know that in the 1920s there was a thriving tuna fishery at Whitby ? Gentlemen would take the train up from London and catch huge tuna up to 500 lbs.

Woah, I didn't realize they got so big!

[the bear]

(Original post by Cinnabar)
I look forward to this



Indeed they do: smelt, sprat, vendace, halibut, turbot, solenette, pogge, gurnard...such mysterious and poetic names.



Woah, I didn't realize they got so big!

Atlantic Bluefin Tuna can reach over a tonne ; that's a lot of sandwiches...

i have been researching a multi-fish poem