Ghosts at the Pond

Submitted by Jane Dougherty

In the winter pond, the ghosts
of trees are caught in milky moon
light, pale as smoke and pearly
as the dawn that makes the ice
a glacier sky of frozen stars.

Do fish still sweep and curve beneath
the silk smooth surface of the moon,
the mirror glass of space and time?

Deer cracks the glass from side to side
with dainty hoof and scatters stars
into the watery firmament.

Winter, the sound cracks, gunshot-
sharp, like ice on pearly moonlit ponds,
like falling stars, a dainty hoof, pale
smoke recedes between the ghostly trees.


Are you a poet? Send us your best work!
Photo Credit: The Lake and Town of Brienz – JMW Turner


13 thoughts on “Ghosts at the Pond”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s