I am a teacher living in St. John's, Newfoundland. I have been previously
published in various magazines and the poem "Anchor" was
inspired by many beautiful outings in the boat with my siblings on
lakes in northern Ontario. I had a particular fascination for dropping
anchor.
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©
2008 Joan
MacIntosh
Anchor
Dropping anchor
is the job of the person
at the bow, that's where
the stone-filled
paint bucket lies,
on a bed of
prickly rope.
Cast over the
bow's lip,
the rope hums
an urgent friction, until,
lake bed reached,
the line falls quiet.
Later,
hauled up anchor
dangles
a kelp bouquet,
as though
the pail clung on, reluctant,
to forsake the
silken lake bed,
swaying pickerel,
luminous boat bottom,
above,
endlessly orbiting.
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