Leaping past, waters surface
Lake Trout escapes…
Snapping Turtles jaws, once more.
Ripples form, cascading towards the beach
disturbing this pristeen mirror,
natures still life reflection.
Sunrise now glistens
sparkling in the ripples,
racing past the stilts
beneath crannog where I lie.
I stir, in this difusion
of mornings first light.
Author notes
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10 lines more or less.
Prompt: Crannog
An ancient Irish or Scottish lake dwelling
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Comments
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Wonderfully penned. I love the imagery and thoughts in this. Very well done indeed.
Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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Ah, so that is what a crannog is. You made a wonderful tale up in this poem and I could see it all spreading out before me.





