Sun Sets on the Lake

Day#3 of the Poetry course

Subject: skin, written using free verse

An Elegy

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sun sets on the lake

pour the red gold on

to the polished skin of the bright mirror

send it to the moon

with my shadow

set it on the surface of the sea

as a signal for no longer with us

can no longer be

About garth

I'm an indie author ardently writing fiction and you’ll notice a leaning towards Egypt. The book in the cooker right now is called The River Through. Hatsepsut features strong as an ancient enigma bringing her people back to pure after a sullying occupation by the Hyksos. I like these desert ancestors who dragged great chunks of stone for miles to build runways for god. Religion was a major preoccupation always. Magic was mixed in, sometimes called miracles. Christian and Hebrew testaments carried it over. Egyptians weren’t bothered with a history list based on sequential record keeping so there are numerous and bewildering gaps. A definite plus for the fiction writer. (Colouring in the spaces.) Bio: I am very tall and many people call me a freak (and laugh) so a slight chip on the shoulder but thick skinned - not impervious. Lots of short people out there who aren’t pleased to be little too. Given the choice, I’d keep length. Upbringing I am thankful because, during my life I have found many people who weren't so blessed so thanks mum and dad for pulling me out of the lucky dip. Two sisters and a brother, all of them cleverer than me or so they think. A wife who loves me - thanks Gill xxxx Two daughters, a yoga teacher and a nurse who don't quite hate me but we are moving in that direction as I tread heavier with advice. Lovely grandchildren who will develop into super beings if they maintain the current progress. A cat called Squeezely who has finally learned to evacuate his bowels outside. Buster the darling dog with a sensitive way and an over-exuberance for affection but we all let him take us down for licking. He's big. Occupation: Education first: Good military school that chased out the bad in me I can tell you. No-one put a polish on a boot better but it was enjoyable in retrospect. Not at the time though. Art college next and enlightenment - the world was a better place afterwards. Self employed antique furniture and restoration - very enjoyable and fulfilling but not overflowing financially. We did okay and we prospered.
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8 Responses to Sun Sets on the Lake

  1. Vibrant says:

    Another elegy?

    Why are you being so mournful Garth.

    It’s beautiful and image is so profoundly captivating.

    Get well soon!

    Love and light ❤

    Anand 🙂

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    • garth says:

      It’s part of a writing course and I just happened to have one about skin in my store. Sorry about more of the grim reaper but it was a quick dash today because there is so much to do in my life. I’m saving my horoscope for when I’ve done the washing up tonight, after cooking the dinner :):)

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  2. Splendid poem – imagery and notion of signaling the end of the day.

    Like

  3. qksthgus98 says:

    This is a really touching poem. I feel sadness from it. Short but very expressive.

    Liked by 1 person

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