A Lake Poem by james watkin

A Lake



Its fringe is a marshland's.
Inviting views
To almost drag down, like
A spinster's 'nay'!

What glamour can be scraped
Off boating, shows
But provincial; in stunted
Pier's homely ray.

So what is it, evenings
Exhorts us chase
Each road-side lamp, to where
Mosquitos slay?

With mellow hues spilling
Over their beaks
Pelicans have gulped down
The day, the day!

Queenscliff

Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: evening,holiday,lake
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