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Alone in the lake,
away from the strangers
is where the waters’ breath would tickle
her ears, filling and emptying as she swam
to escape the winds’ prodding fingers – cold
from travelling constantly.
At the far side of the lake,
where the woody skeletons stood jagged
and naked as victims of the water,
she laid her egg in the grass:
it welcomed the unborn infant into
its family like a visiting cousin.
The next morning brought rain with it:
a curtain fogging her view of the strangers
approaching over the water
with their weapons,
pushing the lake away so they could move
closer; wings raised in protest, she screamed
at them as they reached her.
The lake offered shelter,
swelling as it drank the rain –
she hid from the strangers beneath it
as they took her egg in their hands
not realizing that it was wet;
none of them heard her cry out
when her unborn infant slipped
from their hands cracked
and spilled into the lake.
Alone in the lake,
away from the strangers
is where the waters’ breath would tickle
her ears, filling and emptying as she swam
to escape the winds’ prodding fingers – cold
from travelling constantly.
At the far side of the lake,
where the woody skeletons stood jagged
and naked as victims of the water,
she laid her egg in the grass:
it welcomed the unborn infant into
its family like a visiting cousin.
The next morning brought rain with it:
a curtain fogging her view of the strangers
approaching over the water
with their weapons,
pushing the lake away so they could move
closer; wings raised in protest, she screamed
at them as they reached her.
The lake offered shelter,
swelling as it drank the rain –
she hid from the strangers beneath it
as they took her egg in their hands
not realizing that it was wet;
none of them heard her cry out
when her unborn infant slipped
from their hands cracked
and spilled into the lake.
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Written in 2013.
I believe that if I had an animal spirit, it would be a bird. I'm not sure what kind of bird, but I can easily imagine being a loon: alone, singing to myself. Their calls are so haunting and sad and beautiful...
Every summer as a child I went to a particular camp (WPBC) that was on a lake. My favourite activity was going out alone in a kayak, finding the loons, and floating alongside of them. The more time you spend with them, the more they trust you and the closer you can get. It was beautiful.
But one year, some other kids had found the nest while canoeing and had taken the only egg that had been laid. It ended up falling and cracking... All the other years you would eventually see the little fluffy babies following behind the parents in the lake, but that year the parents were alone.
I was pretty upset to say the least.
That incident happened when I was 14, and this poem was written when I was 21.
I believe that if I had an animal spirit, it would be a bird. I'm not sure what kind of bird, but I can easily imagine being a loon: alone, singing to myself. Their calls are so haunting and sad and beautiful...
Every summer as a child I went to a particular camp (WPBC) that was on a lake. My favourite activity was going out alone in a kayak, finding the loons, and floating alongside of them. The more time you spend with them, the more they trust you and the closer you can get. It was beautiful.
But one year, some other kids had found the nest while canoeing and had taken the only egg that had been laid. It ended up falling and cracking... All the other years you would eventually see the little fluffy babies following behind the parents in the lake, but that year the parents were alone.
I was pretty upset to say the least.
That incident happened when I was 14, and this poem was written when I was 21.
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