Lake Musings

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 14 Jun 2020
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This was a poem I put on

under the name

Featheredwing

in 2018.

Inspired by a weekend

spent down at lake

fishing.

 

I often wonder!

How flies Heron

across peaceful

lake?

 

Majestic grace refined,

pausing only to reflect

as golden rays shimmer

between dancing leaves.

 

Perched upon

fishing berth

this balmy

summer's day,

 

enthusiastic anglers crouch

like intrepid toads,

line's taut

primed engaged –

 

their addiction

fling with carp,

were they

too flighty?

 

Unlike bird

who stands serene

waiting on

the prize.

 

Sitting here with creative muse,

verse and rhyme

assured nature's good intentions;

encouraged by her beauty,

 

but for that murky lake

that ripples

where

fish cluster beneath,

 

glimmer of hope

believe persistent

fishermen...

so presumed.

 

Pixabay free photo.

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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

I do like a heron. Am part way through a grey heron poem myself, but I lost my way with it today. Inspired by people's photos of herons. And yes, I like this, the hope of all fishermen for a catch. Very nice. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Terrence Oblong on

I scared a heron on a run along the river the other day, I hadn't seen it and ran right up to it. Instead of flapping its wings and tearing off in a panic like any other bird would do it just gracefully glided across the river, calm and gracious as anything. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rachel,

it's such a special treat to see a heron, being by the lake always inspires.

Thank you for reading and letting me know you liked this one.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I wonder who got more of a shock! Watching them glide is all inspiring with their wingspan. One of the more tolerant birds of the sky most definitely.

Thank you for sharing your story and reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Carping is (used to be) a big thing in SA too and they get Massive easily 50 pounds but it is purely sport these days they do "catch and release”, ie weigh and take a photo then straight back into the dam. That is probably why they get so huge.

Just one thing, the methods used here are much different than in the UK. You get carp almost everywhere in the world they are very adaptable and can withstand very low temperatures. There are a lot of water birds here duck and geese etc but don't know about herons that much.

Thanks for reminding of the good times Jenny. This is actually a very good poem, professional standard I would say.

Tom Brown

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tom,

I personally have no idea about fishing, it's my partner who's the fisherman. I just go to be close to nature and enjoy writing, which is how this poem came about. Mind you I don't go along anymore as camping out is just too much for me. My partner doesn't do night fishing anymore either, he just sticks to day fishing.

I can imagine you have been fishing for carp a lot by the sounds of it. I do feel sorry for the fish being caught for sport, I just hope they remember and don't go near the hooks. At least herons only hunt for food, which is how it should be.

I'm over the moon you thought this poem was good and of a professional standard.

Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words, they mean a lot.

Jenny.