In the lake that I count on to be
My everything, before the bow
of my scarlet canoe, you rise up
Like a mirage; I try blinking
You away and for seconds
You disappear - as ghostly
As the geisha in mama's good
China set - do you remember her?
The way she only appears in certain types
of light - faint but perfect in every detail, she is
But you - you are yourself only not...
You are also the lake, fully water
And I think I see you like a cut-out doll
As you rise up staring through me
Then turn and are gone again just like that
And I think I must be going mad
I look off starboard, and there you are again
Artwork: photo from Margo Roby's Wordgathering exercise 9.25.12 - by Chris Goan
taken of statue, sculptor Rob Mulhollan from Caol Ruadh Sculpture Park
Artwork: photo from Margo Roby's Wordgathering exercise 9.25.12 - by Chris Goan
taken of statue, sculptor Rob Mulhollan from Caol Ruadh Sculpture Park
intriguing,like the mystery of the poem. Thanks for sharing and for your wonderful comment.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this...how things seem to appear and disappear, and they may be real or they may not. Sometimes reality is a blurry line.
ReplyDeleteVery well written poem ... so mysterious too.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery and being on the lake~ It was haunting and yet appealing~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to see the tilted image in your view~ :D
Oh this is a ghostly tale........I likely would fall out of my canoe and flail about in a panic! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful take you had of the prompt and geishas. Intriguing.
ReplyDeleteSometimes our eyes deceive us and then again...maybe there was some mysterious figure coming out of the water. I was enraptured by your poem!
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