Wednesday, 7 November 2012


By Lucianne Poole

A drawing of a view from a window showing a lake, where a woman in a red bathing suit floats and a sail boat and fish go by.
I can see my mum's white legs

through the water.

A bird's eye view

from the window above.

The lake is still, flat like a mill pond.

The morning is young,

and she slips through the water

like a pale shadow.

After the melodramatic Bad Laundry, I thought a short prose poem might fit the bill. I wrote this on a scrap of paper about 10 years ago after a trip to Vermont with my folks. I like it because it catches one of those peaceful moments that are so fleeting. I never submitted it anywhere.

No comments:

Post a Comment