I wrote this on vacation last summer. Well, most of it. I mixed it up, and I’m sure a couple things got cobbled together from other bits I wrote that week, and there wasn’t a resolution until just now. I had vague plans of turning it into a multi-page epic, but… that requires serious effort. I deem this good enough!
Thoughts on the Shore of Balsam Lake
The cries of gulls and children
Echo across a sandy beach
I’m building castles in the sand
And castles in the sky–
At once, a man in uniform
And a young woman in white
Pass slowly, hand in hand,
Smiling, in a dream, in love–
The waves, the shining lake,
Seem more real than the sky
With its painted white clouds
And insipid fading blues–
It is late afternoon now:
The gulls return to gather
Food left behind by the children
And still I wait for sunset–
Sunset! when our life-giving star
Flings colours in bands across the sky
Like a frustrated painter with a
Rather curious and smug cat–
A cat digging trenches in canvas,
Sharp claws dunked in shades of
Reds, oranges, purples, and golds, and
Wearing a sphinx’s enigmatic smile–
At last, the grandest light in the sky
Dips low in its dance with the horizon
And, with a flick of her long skirts,
Sinks over the edge of my sight.
© Bridget Noonan, 2010, 2011.
Also, I gotta say, pen and paper are best for first drafts, but for editing, you gotta have a word processor of some kind. At least, I do.
This is also my offering for Friday’s Big Tent Poetry prompt.