Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Pond by Sally Evans

Cats lie in squares of shade
under the chairs beside
a pond - no one to watch
when golden frogs, black toads
splash and submerge,
or fishes rise,
silver minnow, surprised.
We wait and wait
for waterlily flowers -
fat buds, like minarets
across the flat-roofed pond
in no hurry to show
their colours, or expand -
poems that remain in nub.

Sally Evans, Scotland


Mistlethrush said...

Well observed. And I know about poems that remain in nub.....!

Anonymous said...

Thanks Mistlethrush. Nub was a word that just came - then I thought it was odd, and considered changing itm but I kept it and I'm glad I did.