Monday, 9 March 2009

Their beauty might declare


Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

4 comments:

Joan Elizabeth said...

Wonderful colour and texture even though a little gruesome. Apt poem too.

altadenahiker said...

It's gruesome and funny and kind of lovely, all at the same time. The meat looks quite delicous, but those eyes...I think I never liked dolls because they had unseeing eyes like these.

Julie said...

The thing that got me - aside from the wonderful colours - was the waste. Such a wonderful animal, king of his own domain, yet we slaughter him for a fillet this side and a fillet the other side and chuck the rest into a bin for pet food, presumably. The unseeing eyes I take as a judgement upon our selfishness and the burden of the Ancient Mariner was appropriate to these circumstances!

altadenahiker said...

Put it that way, their faces look quite sad. (I thought these were for sale -- fish heads are prized out this way. For boullebaise (sp), I believe.