WEDNESDAY: St. Peter’s Canal

BY JOAN MACINTOSH

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Down the canal path
sprouted alders
weave their young tips,
framing a verdant,
sky dappled canopy

This shaded byway
descends to the
village harbour
where church spires
pierce
a plumed sky

In gentled
canal waters, anglers
dangle patient lines,
weary vessels
ease their way home

2 comments
  1. I love it when writing gives me a new way of thinking about something. “sky dappled canopy” especially caught my imagination. Love it.

  2. I always liked the use of “gentled” – as in “he reached down and gentled her hair one last time,”.

    “A plumed sky” — Emily Carr would like that phrase. 🙂

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