A re-write of an actual experience
which was posted earlier.
Breaking Surface.
The boisterous sheet of morning-fresh water
tumbled,
discharging explosive noise down
into
a torrent of rainbowing,
caught
from the top of a towering black-crowned
cliff,
splintering light all around,
until
its implosion quelled further sound.
Breaking surface
with frothy rumpus on the limpid-still
calm of flat-plate
sun-filtered lake, from weeds
swam The Vision,
alongside bulrushy heights,
head high and gliding.
He silently paced, hastily dipped then
began a random,
wild-eyed free-diving spree,
slipping
occasional glances at me,
only for moments
this showstopping glee of Otter elation.
He soon distanced
to a mere blot that hot shimmering day,
but I never forgot
the Otter
in watery play and
from it what a wild untameable joy he got.
Your otter did it for me Faye ....what a lovely play with nature :)
Terrific imagery in this lovely nature piece
FAY , THIS POEM ALSO REVEALS YOUR LOVE FOR NATURE ! -Raj
Boisterous flow of water from the cliff down to the lake does joyful things of The vision one cannot forget indeed!
a site never to be missed a joy i agree
..and long may otter untameably stay. You were treated to a nice peek (" Vision") at Nature. As usual, beautifully written.
This poem contains the serenity of the fresh water in a different way...Full of wonderful phrases....Love it Fay.
You are truly the word-conjurer, Fay, I am mesmerised by the magical ambience this poem creates.Thanks much for sharing.