Thursday, August 25, 2011

In Quiet Coves

Digital graphic by Jinksy for In Tandem #7

My eyes were on my book, but I looked up
often for the streak of red - shining flash
of silver oars paddling around the pond.
The kayak maneuvered past the long wharf
where the fisherman waited silently.

I sat at the shore beside the boat ramp;
thought I was alone until I saw him
standing so still among the lily pads,
watching me, suspicious, prepared for flight.
I went back to my book - he kept fishing.

Reminders of the other world dissolved
in ripples of the water at my feet,
as floating yellow leaves dipped down beneath
the surface of the pond, with Orpheus.
A golden eye still watched, and silver flashed.

A soft drone overhead made me look up,
to watch the circle flight of a small plane
around the pond, to come into a path
for landing on a greenway - old rail bed.
A red plane with silver trim - yellow lights.

Did they matter – the colors – to the scene?
If the leaves were red and the pond was gold –
if he paddled a bright yellow kayak
through blue water lilies in quiet coves,
past a great pink heron with golden eye?

Posted for
In Tandem #7
 a prompt for writers
by Alias Jinksy


  1. And you collected all the colours most adroitly with your pen to paint a different kind of picture. Another modern masterpiece for the tandem gallery, thank you!

  2. This is a wonderful response to Pen's illustration.

  3. A beautiful capture of a lovely afternoon. My hubby is an avid fisherman...I an avid reader who cries if I see him catch anything! lol Fantastic response to this amazing image.

  4. I wish I could be in the place you describe.
    I doubt I'd bother with a book, though.

  5. Very fine observation here. Thank you.

  6. Lovely - your poetry just gets better and better!

  7. You paint a pristine image, with all the colours of the rainbow mixed and muddled together into a pretty tapestry.