Serenity

A poem from one of my first portfolio's on my Creative Writing course at university.

Deep lagoon. 

         Black liquid quivers 

         in the moonlight.

Whispering trees coil

                                    with age.  

Hushed voices. 

Admire the stars.

Refreshments of thirst.

             Symphony of crickets.

 

A penchant for sultry summer nights.

Resting boat tied.             

 

  My

     feet 

                              ache.

Concrete cold. 

Concrete cracked.

Serenity differs from

              the hustle and bustle of town.

Charming houses hang,

          over the water edge. 

My house in the distance

  is a mirage of my tired eyes.

Glance backwards.

                       Smile.

 Nothing compares.

Author's Note

This was the final draft.

Reviews

[thewholesoul]

lovely imagery. and concise wording. much enjoyed.

[Christopher Withers]

An evocative piece! I really enjoyed the scene you created, tranquillity interspersed with the mundane:
My
feet
ache.
I really enjoyed it.