Last Morning at Ballynahinch Castle

[busker]

Last Morning at Ballynahinch Castle

It’s just me and the morning sun
and a pot of strong coffee among … slice of life, but distracting 
the song of anonymous birds and … “anonymous” is meh 
the fisherman below my terrace
balanced on the bank of the Owenmore
having tied a semblance of hope … too many lines of a similar length. Reads like prose.
to the end of his line, which he floats
over the water to the metronome … unexpected choice of metaphor. Not sure it works.
of his lagging heart, again and again
he lays the long snake of his line to drift ….nice 
with the roil unconcerned about what gifts
might rise from these dark waters. … this for me is the standout line in the poem. It’s a great ending, but what comes before doesn’t do it justice.

This isn't the poem I set out to write.  The original was much more ambitious, but I put that aside for a cleaner version.  Maybe someday I'll expand.