Sunday, 3 August 2008

L’Etang, Mougins by Gordon Mason

Poplars stoop over the lake.
A random breeze mocks

the water into small waves.
Sleeping ducks extract beaks

from backs and exhale in disgust.
A twitch of swallows is pitched

off a poplar and scatters like glitter
over the water. The water calms

to hold a cup of sun on its saucer.
The poplar looks morose now

his friends have left: frustration,
resignation. Laying down his sack,

the woodcutter sets to work. A branch
falls into the water. The sun disappears.


Gordon Mason, Scotland and Spain

3 comments:

Bob Bradshaw said...

I especially liked your imagery...effective partly because they're formed from common objects...

I loved these lines:
A twitch of swallows is pitched

off a poplar and scatters like glitter
over the water. The water calms

to hold a cup of sun on its saucer.

Thx for the enjoyment,
Bob Bradshaw

Art and Poetry said...

It's a nice poem draws a lovely picture!

Jinksy said...

This is like a snapshot of frozen time.