Shaft of sunlight
stripping trees into silver
along the forest floor
point us to a dragon fly
skimming the steel smooth water
of a brook that weaves silently
through it all--
Suddenly the water churns
and opens its jaws.
Razor sharp teeth close.
Wings bat helplessly
against the silver and black
ripples. A final swish
and then it is gone.
Downstream a woman empties
her washing water and leaves.
The fish stares skyward
unmoving now, eyes gone silver
as the darting flycatcher.
By Marissa A Scott
Author notes
Just something I free wrote.
Please tell me what you think
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Bravo
Oh, this IS quite excellent, indeed! Highly evcative and most brilliantly executed poem. I loved it! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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