Caroline Misner

The Light on the Lake

Not even the cedar boughs
could diffuse the amber glow
of your flashlight bobbing over the ice.
You tramped the grainy snow
and the chuff of your breath steamed
through the megaphone 
of the hood on your parka
as you called to your brother, face
obscured in shadow.

You are the night’s exile 
following the tracks I left
behind with my skis
when the sun resided in a frosted pearl,
dewlapped and shimmering behind
a veil of clouds, the breath
of lambs not yet born, upturned swans,
a wedding ring glistening like mica.

The frog-throated lilies have died
in despair, it seems improbable
they will ever bloom again.
Our voices have funnelled off into the woods
so come and dream with me
in the chasm of the night.
Fly, my little onion, fling
off the layers that cocoon you
and beam your light across the lake.


Greetings one and all and welcome to my brand new website!  Please bear with me  portraitI work on filling its pages with news and musings. Being technologically challenged, it may take a while to work out some of the glitches and I hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.  In the meantime, please feel free to browse through the archives and have a look at some of my work.  I've been writing poetry ever since I could remember and I've decided to include a section of Juvenilia in the archives.  Most of the poems listed there were written in my early teens and many of them are just plain awful!  But a few gems do stand out and I hope you enjoy them.  Also, if you would like to know more about me and the work I do, please feel free to click on "About".  There I have posted a brief biography of myself.  I'm not trying to be falsely modest, but I really loathe bragging about myself.  I feel an author's work should stand on its own merits and where an author was born or where she lives or what she eats for breakfast are completely irrelevant.

I would also be remiss if I didn't included a big Thank You! to my oldest son, Kevin, who with a friend designed this website for me and programmed it so that even I could manage it.  And another big Thank You! goes to my dear father Jan Kurz, who was in on it the whole time and provided the stunning photography behind the text of the daily poem.  And another big Thank You! goes out to all the editors, publishers and fellow writers who have supported me and my work over the years and gave me a chance when I needed it, including a Journey Prize nomination and two Pushcart Prize nominations!

"...And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt."
--Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)