sounds of the song thrush
muffle the crawling croak
of the drift boat
we lie on our backs to watch
them swoop – dam busting
the fog – it kisses them briefly
as if they were passing ships
in the night or shy lovers
skimming their stones
to watch heartbeats skip
off ………..^^^into^^^ …………^^^the^^^……………^^dis^^………..^^tance^^
trailing hands send shivering
silver threads of fish
to usher the sun’s harsh glare,
they become her roving glints
rotating their messages like bees
away from the honey pot;
their figure-eight of secret code
swims under the lake’s cool,
diaphanous skin.
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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That’s lovely Anita. Gorgeous wings on each splash.
Cheers.
Frank
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I got moved a bit by your wonderful write. The fish etc …anyway. Thanks Frank.
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Brava. (rose)
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Thank you very much.
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Love the format for ‘ off into the distance’
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Thank you, Elaine, hope it didn’t strain you. I can hardly see it all lol
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