voices crossing water

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.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to voices crossing water

  1. macalder02 says:

    Now for your poem, I will be careful when entering the sea. I really liked your poem.


  2. Jules says:

    Now I’m dreaming of Venice…and loons…
    But I’ll stay away from the bayou!


  3. Violet Lentz says:

    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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