Info, or perhaps links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here (archived if necessary), and here, perhaps in addition to what’s in his Google translated German Wikipedia page.
Solstice*1947
1 year ago
/// She’s The Fisherman’s Wife. Not too bright.
She’s been up mending nets through the night.
Her umbrella inspired
her to know what’s required.
Close all holes, so the net’s water-tight.
/// It’s because they are deeply in debt
that they couldn’t afford a new net.
Husband gave her these goals:
“Mend our net; fix the holes.
Any fish that fit through, we won’t get.”
/// She did not want to lose any fishes.
“I’ve been told one can speak and grant wishes.
Even magic fish die
out of water if dry,
so my net will hold water, like dishes.”
/// Late that night she had dreams that turned tragic.
Her man caught that rare fish which was magic.
But her net he’d forsook
for a sharp, baited hook.
The fish died, crying “I’m hemorrhagic!”
// To a mortgage foreclosure they’re close.
Their finances have left her morose.
She can’t stand how fish smell,
and they’re slimy, as well,
so she thinks their net income is gross.
/// On the floor near her pointy-toed shoes
is an object designed to confuse
all the viewers who fail
to tell— meatball from snail,
or a ball of twine net-menders use.
/// Just because she is fairly good looking
some imply something sinful is cooking
between her and the men
who drop by now and then.
No. Her fisherman does all the hooking.
/// It turned out, (because IQ she lacks),
that her husband at sea can relax.
When their net’s in the sun
her “repairs” come undone.
She’d been sealing its holes shut with wax.
Solstice*1947
1 year ago
/// Here’s the tragedy of poor Annette.
Loved the one man that she couldn’t get.
And she thinks every day,
of he who “got away.”
Couldn’t “hook” him; he pushed through a net.
Info, or perhaps links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here (archived if necessary), and here, perhaps in addition to what’s in his Google translated German Wikipedia page.
/// She’s The Fisherman’s Wife. Not too bright.
She’s been up mending nets through the night.
Her umbrella inspired
her to know what’s required.
Close all holes, so the net’s water-tight.
/// It’s because they are deeply in debt
that they couldn’t afford a new net.
Husband gave her these goals:
“Mend our net; fix the holes.
Any fish that fit through, we won’t get.”
/// She did not want to lose any fishes.
“I’ve been told one can speak and grant wishes.
Even magic fish die
out of water if dry,
so my net will hold water, like dishes.”
/// Late that night she had dreams that turned tragic.
Her man caught that rare fish which was magic.
But her net he’d forsook
for a sharp, baited hook.
The fish died, crying “I’m hemorrhagic!”
// To a mortgage foreclosure they’re close.
Their finances have left her morose.
She can’t stand how fish smell,
and they’re slimy, as well,
so she thinks their net income is gross.
/// On the floor near her pointy-toed shoes
is an object designed to confuse
all the viewers who fail
to tell— meatball from snail,
or a ball of twine net-menders use.
/// Just because she is fairly good looking
some imply something sinful is cooking
between her and the men
who drop by now and then.
No. Her fisherman does all the hooking.
/// It turned out, (because IQ she lacks),
that her husband at sea can relax.
When their net’s in the sun
her “repairs” come undone.
She’d been sealing its holes shut with wax.
/// Here’s the tragedy of poor Annette.
Loved the one man that she couldn’t get.
And she thinks every day,
of he who “got away.”
Couldn’t “hook” him; he pushed through a net.