I haven’t featured any new poetry for a while. This is an early draft of a work in progress, in effect just its beginning. I expect the poem to be considerably longer when completed.
Boathouse
She is painted blue and proud,
shining bright
in night fires;
igniting dawns.
Sitting by the river,
rounded aesthetics
rolling
down a verdigris valley,
herons rising
in glacial drifts
over wooden hives.
©AJM
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I love when poetry stretches my imagination and challenges my intellect. You’ve done both here. I had to look up the word verdigris in my dictionary. Thank you for a glimpse into your process.
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Discovering new words is always good, I’m always dictionary thumbing! Thank you.
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“herons rising
in glacial drifts
over wooden hives”–LOVE this image! Wonderful!
Will this appear in your next book?
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There’s a thought 🙂 Since Heading North was published I’ve only got a handful of poems. May take a while!
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