"Jack"

I am the jack of all trades.
Jack - not King, nor Queen,
Of any suit. While not bad
A draw in hand, I am
No winning card of which to boast.

Only the skilled bluff makes me outstanding.

You endow me with paranormal strengths,
Like the bold and fearless hero of the damsel,
In the silver-screen of your imagination.
I am more than merely this banal motif.

I am master of no single trade,
I have never crafted, painted, scored nor sculpted.
I cannot catch a fish,

Yet you still insist to think of me,
Lonely-still on quiet dew-dropped banks,
Mist-pressed face somehow enamoured
Of this dank and murky paraphernalie.

A master of the trade,
Skilled on worm and crusted bloody hook.

I have not caught a fish,
And fear that I shall starve and die
Without the most important catch.

I am only honoured
With dirty hands, abundant bate,
White mud dirtying a ruby high above.