Hush

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By lenchenelf

Tue, 26 Sep 2023
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10 comments
 

Forearms folded on a moss napped wall,

pillow for thought in autumn’s warmth,

 

I watched a crouched figure glide

from beneath this old bridge,

 

his chipped-paint blue canoe

silent, paddle raised, current swept.

 

Light slipped away, so he,

not once did oar kiss water.

 

There, where colours fade

in shade of willow banked river,

 

a
splash

 

oar cast aside, arms crooked,

as if to catch gold orb

before it dipped.

 

Drift into dusk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A dreamy setting captured in this poem.

I enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ewan on

 Evocative and lyrical, this is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day, Please share on Social Media dear ABCTale-rs.

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

It really is beautiful - thank you lenchen, and congratulations on the golden cherries!

 

Submitted by celticman on

you make much of not much more than movement. always enough to draw the eye. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

brilliant description of intense seconds, you moved by someone being moved by the current, moving the reader with the beauty you saw and created with the current of your words. Really enjoyed

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

... for your kind and generous comments. Thanks also for the daily pick, very pleased. 

best

L x

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

a gratefully received surprise :)

best

Lx

 

Submitted by Kris on

Take it away Lenchenelf.... Certainly took me away in the moment there.... (love-it)*

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Thank you Kris, very kind of you.

best

L xx