Duck In a Dark City Lake

DUCK IN A DARK CITY LAKE Small and dark, materializing in the lake From the seamless blue black, the sprite Curved her path, leaving a gleaming wake, Its shimmering droplets of light Like a comet’s streaming tail in the night, A tracery glorious and ephemeral, enhanced With diamonds in rippling strands a-gleam Behind her - in unison they danced, One by one fading into the void and velvet stream - Till her orbit’s remains were only a dream. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTE Magnificent beauty is all around, even in the simplest events, like this small duck swimming in a dark lake. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written 2nd December 2011 Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest "English Quintain"