In the Riverbed

In the riverbed I listened while the fishes swam and spoke;
The tales that they were weaving made me want to have a smoke
Of something much more potent than a Winston or Pall Mall,
But the room beneath the water had no butler and no bell.
Thus I could not call for hashish, so I tried to calm myself
By burning fragrant incense that I found upon a shelf.
The smoke set me to dreaming, and my arms fell limp at last,
I felt empty as a daydream from my mother’s distant past.
I fear you won’t believe me, nor the story that I tell,
So here’s the final word, my friends: I bid you all farewell.

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #230
More Poetry Pantry #492 at Poets United

Posted on September 8, 2019, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Another excellent story/poem – you weave them so magically

  2. I felt empty as a daydream…a dream that has been lost somewhere in the journey. There is deep sadness in these words. Perhaps, it’s not so much the smoke that is needed but, the need to remove the smoke screen from life so one can see clearly again.

  3. Lovely lyrical piece evoking atmospheres of dreams, reveries and possibilities too… I fact reminded me of what it felt like to be young in the Seventies – showing my age now! But you certainly hit the spot with this… Thanks for this on a lovely sunny afternoon here…

  4. Yes, if fish could speak, they would tell a tale of pollution, contamination, disease and their fight for survival. On the west coast our wild salmon are on the verge of collapse. But the wheels of government barely move at all, so there is little being done, governments are for power and profit now, not for the people. I hear your angst. I share it.

  5. These days seem to be screaming with stories that make a soul want to enter a different state. Thank goodness for incense (and ink).

  6. This hits hard especially; “I felt empty as a daydream from my mother’s distant past.” Beautifully eloquent.

  7. I’m liking this riverbed. Next time your there, give me a shout. I’ll bring some gin😂

  8. What a perfect place to be… I won’t go fishing — seems like they live well down there.


    I’m intrigued by the line “empty as a daydream from my mother’s distant past” and feeling very Alice in Wonderland after reading!

  10. I like the idea of the fragrant incense making you dream. Probably better dreams than if one used hashish. Smiles.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      I agree with you, Mary! Incense, not hashish!

      On Sun, Sep 8, 2019 at 1:40 PM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  11. Who cares whether it is true or not as long as it amuses us. Which of course it always does and is a weekly treat!

  12. If the incense in your area is responsible for this poem then I expect a lot of people will want to move there:)

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