We're all casting for inspiration. I often find mine waist deep in a river waving a stick. Perhaps it will raise a few hackles if I suggest that fly fishermen strip the birds on Broadway of their feathery frocks while dashing for the evening hatch.
Waders Wage War, a sonnet
Thought I’d share this fun sonnet that my wife Barbara just wrote in response to the “shortage” of feathers for fly fishermen. As you may know from pieces in the NY Times, the Huffington Post, or simply from a visit to your salon, it’s the latest hair fashion trend.
Something a little different here for summer and vacation. Hope you like it.
Sonnet: Waders Wage War
by Barbara Boches
Fly fishermen are reeling now that anglers
must angle for feathers being sold
up the river to salons. Hackles raised
on roosters, meant for biting waters,
will float in streams of streaked, New York ‘dos.
The balding heads in hip boots must battle
blonds in Blahniks, while feather prices rise
as fast as creeks in spring and supplies settle
like stones. As salons and fly stores cry, More!
the rooster farmers cast their votes to breed
(or not) more males with long feathers. But who
can tell if fashion mavens will continue to lure
women to buy feathers or if the fad will fade
faster than a fashionista says cock-a-doodle-do?
photo “borrowed” from NY Times. Image by Craig Dilger. Hope he doesn’t mind.