The pine trees
rise green
beneath the surface of a lake
where the light
bells out from an unseen center.
I can’t guess
how they got there or why their shapes
remind me of the skirts
girls slip off
when they’re ready to turn
into mermaids.
I still want to believe the world
is full of improbable things
lovely cities
that flicker on at night
from depths
no mortal creature can measure.
*
I wrote this poem after a day spent hiking with my husky. I came across several pine trees, complete with needles, seemingly growing beneath the surface of a northern lake. The sun shone onto the submerged branches and the effect was beautiful and ghostly. After some quick googling I realized that the trees were preserved due to the coldness of the water. Much as I loved what I saw, the vision got me thinking about fantastical worlds — a tendency I’ve had for as long as I can remember.
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Lori Lamothe
Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.
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