Sunday, May 2, 2010

Turtle Crossing

Photo by Magda Wojtyra

Turtle Crossing

Behind our house
a small pond reflects
an impressionist sky,
and the tree line shimmers
like spires from a floating cathedral.

To the right of this,
cat-tails wag among the waving
reeds in a shallow marsh
where herons and egrets hunt
and a cacophony of frogs croaks at night.

A narrow patch of dry land
connects the two bodies of water.
It swells up in a gentle grassy hill
where I watch turtles cross over
from the mire and into the pond.

That’s always the direction they take,
struggling upward from the marsh
slow and steady, as turtles are known to move.
But on the way down, they race in a turtle-gallop
and disappear into those mirrored heavens.


  1. a lovely 'life in the slow lane' picture you painted there! happy sunday.

  2. A lovely image of the turtles hurtling down the hill to dive into the water - good stuff.

  3. Hi, Sarah. Thanks. Happy Sunday to you too.

    Hi, Sharon. Thanks so much for stopping by!

  4. Re: your tag. Yes, melancholy. Very lovely. I have so much to catch up with here!

  5. Hi, Jimmy. Thanks. I see that reflection all the time, so I had time to give the image some thought.

    Hi, Melissa. Thanks. Glad you liked it.

    Hi, Leah. It's been a little while. Nice to see you again! I'm surprised that more people didn't pick up on the darker undertones in this. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

  6. And 'turtle-gallop' enters the lexicon...

  7. Hi, Uber. Still hoping to garner the title of "Lewis Carroll of the Blogosphere."

  8. I think you've just reminded me of one of my favourite words: cacophony. I'm weird, i know!

    I love this. The first stanza is perfect, evocative. I can close my eyes and see exactly what you describe.

    Beautiful ending too. Mirrored heavens. Love it. :)

  9. Hi, Lou. Thanks. Always appreciate you stopping by and commenting. Hope the novel is coming along nicely.