A Plan
A disappearing poem

She swerved through silence; sharp and impulsive,
a plan half-formed — pressure beneath, strangely pulsive,
the lake breathing against shore, holding its old pulse.
The ring — too much weight, a closed symbol of us.
A soul, ceaselessly evaporating,
Water in memory — gently porting,
a bottle empty, a left finger pale, absent of its ring,
life adrift, naked, she glides in,
a final gasp as water circles I.
The search slows — in Carleton, there are whispers,
spoken low behind backs — only a whisper,
stories shared gently, always circling her,
until they find the ring and return it to he.
About the Creator
A Lady with a Pen
Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.



Comments (1)
Keeping out head above water can be really difficult at times. Hope you are doing okay 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️