Lost Lake

[another in the trip west/snow series]

Bright sun
The docks are tilted
above the frozen lake
like drawbridges
above a medieval moat.
Who are these ghostly
invaders they defend against?
Meanwhile
we warily split to a siding
not attempting to joust
against the passing behemoth freight.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to Lost Lake

  1. drew says:

    awesome; i love the ghostly invaders tied in with the passing behemoth freight a lot. I think “haunting/haunted” would tie in well with this; i love the title.

  2. riverwriter says:

    Hi Drew. I am writing this from my daughter’s computer in Vancouver. I am hoping that the photo I took of the scene in the poem comes out. On my two inch digital camera viewer, it is hard to know if it is usable. I have many pages I have written on this trip, of stuff that I have not posted, mainly because I do not have regular access to a computer, and also because the impressions on the trip are so stunning that, like Wordsworth, I am having difficulty writing about them while I am experiencing them; I really subscribe to “recollections in tranquility”.
    I note that Daniel had a special event on WritersBeat this past weekend, which I have already missed. Maybe next time. We shall be home Friday, and I hope to get back on line regularly then.

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