Everyday Poetry

Reflections I'm spending a few hours every evening sitting by the lake while my husband fishes for catfish and carp.  It's very peaceful,  watching the play of light on the trees and their reflections in the water. The last hour of sunlight Gilds the bankside trees Like a scene from a nostalgic cine film Fading to yellow since the 1970s. Sunlight shimmers on the lower branches Lighting up the trunks like lanterns Shining brightly In the lake's dark depths. You pull fish after fish Out of the lake, Disturbing these reflections With ripples.  © Copyright 2018. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

Dragonfly dance I'm on holiday in central France and the one thing I've really noticed is the incredible number of insects there are here. I'm guessing it's because Limousin is a beef cattle region and the fields aren't sprayed like they are in the UK. It darts across my eye line Cruising low over the water, A tiny insect helicopter Lands at my feet. I freeze, and see Four translucent wings Each delicately patterned Stretched like brittle cellophane Stiff in the sunshine, Velvet body pulsing in the heat. Another lands a few inches away Then both take off, Circle and re-land, Circle and re-land, A repetitive dance. A mating ritual? A territorial battle? I move,  and will never know. © Copyright 2018. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved