The Lake: a poem

The air is full of burnt smog
and paths are crisscrossed with briars.


The clinging air fades as I walk to the bitter lake
I imagine your reflection beside mine


and I dip my hands in to cup some water.
I offer you a cup of these bitter tears.


(Published in The Blue Nib, issue 38, June 2019)

Published by diarmuidfitzgerald

I am a poetry and prose writer. Thames Way, my first haiku collection appeared in 2015 and A Thousand Sparks, my second haiku collection appeared in 2018. My first collection of poetry The Singing Hollow appeared in 2021. These collections have been published by Alba Publishing. I give creative writing classes. See www.writeasif.com

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