At The Cottage

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 02 Jul 2011

6 comments

swimmers are
silhouettes
at dusk

that flaming stillness
is everyone’s sundown
stare, dad’s

calling

tie down the boat
and clump across the dock,
supper’s waiting

…hurry

First published Spring 1991
Tabula Rasa Magazine
Volume 2, Number 2
London, Ontario
ISSN 0843-9842

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Sat, 2011-07-02 17:25

Yet another great read. Was this about you and your Dad? Hope you don't mind me asking. Jenny.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Sat, 2011-07-02 22:01

Hello Jenny, yes this was about dad, and calling me to supper. Aren't children hard to drag away from fun? Especially at the cottage. RLP

Richard L. Provencher

Permalink Submitted by maisie on Sat, 2011-07-02 19:28

very smart proffessional poem :) as they say over there - good job!

maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Sat, 2011-07-02 22:03

Maisie, merci. I can still feel the chill upon my toes, and the mosquitoes buzzing about, eager to take part in the fun of---munching me. RLP

Richard L. Provencher

Permalink Submitted by fatboy74 on Sat, 2011-07-02 21:01

I like this, a bit like some Frost I have read.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Sat, 2011-07-02 22:37

Hello, F-74. What a nice, no, lovely comment, re Mr. Frost, a poet I really enjoy. Thanks from me. Richard LP

Richard L. Provencher