Written for: The Twiglets #121 – “voices crossing water”
thought I heard voices
across the lake at midnight
call of the loons
At twilight, romantic
couples board gondolas,
and through parted curtains
on either side
of the canal
voices of gondoliers
crossing melodies
can be heard
over the water.
A woman from the French Quarter
lived with her recalcitrant daughter
who was nasty to all
those she met, cast a pall.
Warned don’t swim, she jumped in; gator ate her in bayou water.
Now for your poem, I will be careful when entering the sea. I really liked your poem.
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Thanks, mac!
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Now I’m dreaming of Venice…and loons…
But I’ll stay away from the bayou!
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I think that would be wise.
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🙂
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Gulp! was my first thought. This is the second poem I read recently that mentioned loons. I haven’t heard one in forever.. A lovely triolet of verse.
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Thanks, Violet!
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