Megan Layley

Looking back through my creative writing books, I came across this piece which was one of my early pieces. I was at work when the inspiration came to me and wrote it all later that same day with the scene of the lake in my mind like a captured photograph.

There was a moment where I looked across the lake, 

A view I’m familiar with on an April’s day, 

To the right pools of diamonds glimmering on the water top, 

On the other, the clouds were a light shaded grey. 

But for a split second, something felt different, 

I couldn’t quite say what sparked my eye, 

Maybe the sense of panic in the room I was standing,

Was interfered by the gentleness of an incoming blue sky.

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