The exercise:
Today's starter is: at the lakeside.
I went for a nice hike today around Buntzen Lake with Kat and two very good friends of mine. We had a great time in the sunshine and fresh air... and now I am sleepy.
Mine:
The trail leads us through the pines,
In dirt covered wavy lines;
To the right the lake does call,
Promising to catch our fall;
The sun's rays we do evade,
Sticking to the cooling shade.
We're as silent as the dew,
Our words muted by the view;
Too soon it is time to go,
Back to the electric flow;
But though we return in lines,
We carry the scent of pines.
2 comments:
That's a very romantic poem you've written, Marc :)
At the lakeside
Ribbons of light of water
Belie the years of slaughter
That have happened at the lakeside
Corncrakes cry and below, grass grows
A solitary figure in a boat rows
Towards the pier at the lakeside
The house stands empty, alone and cursed
Where once a murderer slaked his thirst
On visitors to the lakeside
Ribbons of light on water
Attract the murderer's daughter
And together they return to the lakeside.
Mmm, excellent use of the recurring 'lakeside'
I also like the switch from slaughter in the first stanza to daughter in the last.
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