Photo by Tom Swinnen on
Willows at the lake side are all withered
and grass burnt white against a copper sky.
Crows, still, silent shadows
waiting for the dark.

Drenched in sunlight
the lake glitters and spits
like metal in a mould.

Below the surface
lie carp and bream
and pike
waiting in the cool dark.

2 thoughts on “Lakeside

  1. Thank you ! Thank you ! You get the idea straight away. I’ve not written anything for ages -just sat at the desk and looked at the street- but I have tried Flowstate – you set a time – then start writing. But you have to keep on going. If you paue, then what you have written fades away..


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