Rowing Before a Storm by Mary McCormack
Oars cast ripples
through clear water.
Turtles stretch
beneath luxurious sun.
Foxgloves on shore
ring their silent bells,
and the rowboat glides on
into deeper water. Shade—
cool, rich. The wind
holds its breath. No sound
but water, and the boat
creaking. Then, a gust,
a roar, and rain
comes pouring
down.
Mary McCormack enjoys wandering forest paths, dreaming up stories. Her work has appeared in Gingerbread House, After the Pause, Plum Tree Tavern, Sublunary Review, and Neologism, among others. If you'd like to read more of her poetry, check out her book, Away from Shore. Say hi on Twitter @marym_cc