This tremendous fish was caught
By poetess Bishop from boat’s aft.
Her boat thwarts are sun cracked
And the engine rusts like rosette.
Bishop is not old man against sea.
She had fish hook line and sinker.
Her colors were rainbows in boat
For noon meal of ugly brown fish.
Fish is bloody gills and barnacles
But still looks Bishop in the eye.
In war of eyes ,fish and woman,
Fish wins freedom back to a sea.
A rainbow is caught in boat bilge,
A triple rainbow in an oil spillage.
Victory is not tremendous as fish,
A fish with larger eyes than you.
(About Elizabeth Bishop’s famous poem The Fish)