Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here.
While Randy and I were in Duluth for my birthday, we noticed this set of posts on the lakewalk that are suddenly covered with a bunch of locks. Prank? Art installation? A new tradition of some kind? I have absolutely no idea! It just caught my eye. This image makes me think of several things:
- Modern version of carving your initials in a tree
- Trying to lock up anything seems to lead to it disappearing
And here’s my first draft. I am somewhat amused that “lock” sounds like “loch,” which is the Scottish work for “lake.” And I always love the basalt (lava that’s hardened into stone) flows along the North Shore. I sometimes would love to lock up the beauty of Lake Superior and bring it home with me somehow, but all I can really do is fill my heart with it while I’m there:>)
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)