Christianne Balk

Departure - Poem by Christianne Balk

Thousands of tiny
fists tamping the surface of the lake
flowing like a wide
river gone crazy, southeast, westnorth
letting the wind push
it around in its bed and the boat
hull hugging the shore.
What else can she do? Even the trees
agree, shaking
their crowns, throwing down their leaves as if
she were their only
child. Caught cold-footed in Magnuson
grass, trying to cut
free of the creosote-soaked pilings sunk
deep in the shallow
mud holding the water, holding her
wake for a moment,
furrow folding back over into
confusion. Cascade
gray crosscurrents! Sharp switching eddies!
shoals! Let the cloth argue with itself,
gasping like a child
with the air knocked out and the wind
socking the center.
Let the sail, shot-silk green and white, now
snapping, billowing
slowly draw her away from this beach
marked with broken glass, rocks
as smooth as plovers’ eggs, and small
stones splashed iron red
and orange like the sky breaking open.
Let the windows ignite
flickering copper on the other side.
Let the water be
disked with silver from here to there
churning as if roiled
by the flanks of a great, gentle fish.

Comments about Departure by Christianne Balk

  • Freshman - 749 Points Lawerence Mize (4/15/2014 5:04:00 PM)

    Enjoyed the imagery in this one. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,060 Points Paul Reed (4/15/2014 3:51:00 AM)

    Very descriptive, lots of colours, paints a picture with words (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Briana Knight (4/15/2012 4:18:00 PM)

    I love it. Very good imagry. You may hear that all the time but it's true. Can you read my work and tell me how to improve? Thanx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 35 Points Jan Hauck (4/15/2012 4:11:00 AM)

    I do not know why this poem has such a low rating. This is exactly the kind of poetry and language to be proud of. Great poem, on par with Sylvia Plath, I think. (Report) Reply

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Read poems about / on: crazy, beach, child, fish, water, wind, silver, river, green, red, sky, fishing, children, tree

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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