Louisiana Lakefront: Breathing in Blue

Louisiana Lakefront: Breathing in Blue
Lake Pontchartrain
Writing Space: Lousiana Lakefront
One of my favorite writing spaces

Sitting on a wooden bench in the mid-afternoon stillness, I pull out my journal and pen to write of the brilliant blue around me, the space I’m in.

Dancing on a Bayou Breeze

Blue waters rippling off the lake

clouds hang low, stitched across the azure sky

the bridge stretching across her gentle waves.

In the distance, a steady stream of cars crossing her depths

to the city of lights, colour, jazz

dragonflies flit by, swarming in figure eight patterns, quick-winged

leaves rustle in the wind, willows sway in hot August air.

Indigo summer dancing on a bayou breeze

tiny droplets of cool rain tickling my eyelids

inhaling the smell of freshly mown grass

listening to tiny chirps of birdsong in the trees

the creaking of a swing behind me

voices and laughter, sprinkled on air

dappled like the sunlight

on my skin.

Copyright 8/10/16 Stacie Eirich 

Poetry on the Lakefront
Stopping to read a bit of poetry on the lakefront path, this one is a fairy tale poem, titled: Pickled Think, by Russell MacClaren
Louisiana Lakefront: Breathing in Blue
My favorite walking path, beside the water

Written in response to poetry prompt @Dverse Poets Pub: Poetics, Breathing in Blue.  For this week’s Poetics, I want you to do just that: look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. Ponder the hue itself (indigo, turquoise, cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, azure, slate) for a bit, then write.

I loved the given phrase “Indigo summer on a bayou breeze'” — and so, it found its way into my Louisiana Lakefront poem — with a little dance added in. Thanks for reading my breath of blue, my dance on the bayou breeze. Here’s a short video of this beautiful space that I took after I wrote today. Thanks for visiting, reading and watching.