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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
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2 comments:

  1. Mistlethrush11:57 am

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

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  2. Anonymous12:26 pm

    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.

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