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.

About riverwriter

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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