Nocturne: Things of This World
Far below the nervous surface of the lake
where in time the old blind catfish go
there is a mud hut thatched with otter bones
where an old woman sits
staring into an empty fireplace.
....
where in time the old blind catfish go
there is a mud hut thatched with otter bones
where an old woman sits
staring into an empty fireplace.
....
The long-awaited new poetry collection from Daniel Lusk was published last month. Lake Studies explores a multitude of the facets to Lake Champlain - historical, cultural, ecological, fantastical - this poem echoing strange nightmares from the depths.
Labels: Daniel Lusk, Poem-for-today










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