is tie-dyed velvet:
Sequined blue blinks below,
milk swirled turquoise above,
Bald Eagle arcs over
undulating sunburnt pink hills,
Red-tailed Hawk swoops above
evergreen shadows that
shimmy under shining sun.
The scenic route was lovely
and when I attempted to return to the highway
I took a wrong turn and found myself
above it all.
Beautiful blue sky day
The lake vividly stretching before me.
I savour the view as a serendipitous
opportunity to slow down
and look around.
Kalamalka Lake. Taken with my iPhone.
Through the grass you can see the highway I was supposed to have been on.
Instead, I ended up on a cul de sac of nice homes.
This was my second entry on the theme of fire for the Burnaby Writers Society poetry contest. One more month until winners are announced. I played around with stanza parallelism here, sometimes using strict rhyme, sometimes consonance. I had never seen this done before, so I was impressed with how well it worked.
Okanagan Mountain Fire evacuation, August 2003
A crimson hill glows above.
High from here, grey clouded skies
shower us in ghosts of pine needles
that dissolve at my touch
into powdered ashes,
while I load the van with memories.
Glisten, fill, flow out of,
My father’s grave, clouded eyes.
Cowering and aghast in pain, he huddles
and revolves as he’s nudged,
While I lead the man, his tremors ease.
This poem was linked to the Poetry Potluck on the theme of history and events. If you are visiting from the potluck, please include a direct link to your poem in a comment below. Thanks! It makes it easier for all participants that way.