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Snapping Turtles
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Jerome L. Wyant


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Little ripples,
just perceptible
wrinkles
worry the little lake.
Minnows nibbling
blue green algae,
barely perturb its placidity.
Occasionally there’s
a seismic splash
when a bass slaps the surface
with a thrashing tail.
 
From tall marsh grasses
the snapping turtles waddle,
on the prowl for provender.
Kneading water now, they
oar into view; then
reconnoiter pond’s depths,
miniature diving bells;
seconds later surfacing quietly,
stealthy U-boats,
snub noses first, nudging air,
lipping lake;
 
Egret eyes craning,
I stand there on dock’s end,
watching them.
rapt.
 

© by Jerome L. Wyant. 
Used with the author’s permission.

 

 
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Jerome L. Wyant is a lecturer in Creative Writing at SUNY-Albany. Published in many journals, his current project is a long poem about divorce and its consequences. Jerome lives in New Windsor, NY, with his two beautiful cocker spaniels. This summer, he plans to enjoying Vermont, write more poetry and fly-fish in the Battenkill River.


Post New Comment:
Larry Schug:
Thanks for a nice poem from Terrapin Station (the pond in our back yard).
Posted 05/20/2014 11:03 AM
gretchenfriel:
I, too, watched pond battles in my childhood, ha, ha. Suddenly, I am in a rowboat, perhaps a salamander race later in the day! Thanks Jerome :)
Posted 05/20/2014 08:49 AM
paula:
Great opening. Vivid description.
Posted 05/20/2014 05:58 AM
rhonasheridan:
Perfect descriptions that are also lovely. Such an enjoyable poem.
Posted 05/20/2014 02:03 AM


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