THE FISHERMAN by Fiona Hartmann
- Aug 17
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 24

No one knows better
than you that there are plenty
of fish in the sea
swinging around your rod
your silver trophy hanging
hook-penetrated
through the eye
blind-baited
as they are pulled heaven
bound to their asphyxiated
fate
it is meant to be a mercy
to be thrown back
to this wet
saliva ocean
I would rather you leave
gasping
than for you
to drown
my
world
Fiona Hartmann is a writer living in Toronto, Canada. She is interested in creating thought-provoking fiction that creates emotional connections that transcend through the digital landscape of modernity. Find her published and forthcoming work in Kelp Journal, Poetry Pause, Juste Milieu Zine and elsewhere.
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