Sunday, August 12, 2012

IGWRT's - A Word with Laurie "Summer Nights"

Summer Nights

Temperate breeze
saunters ashore,
wooden pier
languid beneath
sunshine's drape,

whispering not
of miscreant night,
of innocence
cast afar
beneath wayward,
moonlit sky.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 12, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "A Word with Laurie".  The challenge word was Miscreant and I used the definition:  lacking in conscience or moral principles; unscrupulous. 


Daydreamertoo said...

That is a gorgeous picture. It seems so old worldly somehow. As if taken in the 1920's or some such.
The poem... the difference between night and day.... hmmm ..And, the night guards her secrets well, being such a wayward miscreant at times. :)
Lovely write Margaret, your comment on mine made me smile.. thank you.

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, beautiful, Margaret. And I love your use of the word "miscreant"!

Teresa said...

This creates the perfect scene. I love those chairs just waiting for someone to walk down for the evening and enjoy that "wayward, moonlit sky."

Margaret said...

'Tis the very area that Ernest Hemingway spent his summers. He spent a lot of time at Horton Bay (this is a nearby lake, Walloon) - both a short distance from Petoskey, Michigan where we lived for 7 years and go back to every summer. :)

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds like the beginning of a great story... do tell more!

Susie Clevenger said...

This is so definitely doesn't have the harshness I wrote into mine.