In verse: Maine places and people


Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire

This week’s poem is by Carl Little of Somesville. He is the author of “Ocean Drinker: New and Selected Poems,” published by Deerbrook Editions.


Pickerel Weed

By Carl Little


I know these, too, from the pond

I skirted as a child, the green

cake knives clustered along the shore

doubling in shallows

where I cast the hula popper hoping

the weed’s namesake might snatch

and tug line into nearby lily pads.

Oh, lovely slime of thrashing fish!


And now I find them again — the weeds —

in a corner of Somes Pond, spiking the air

while water bugs scurry among stems.

They hold the pose through summer,

a few blue blossoms adding to the thrill,

part of an overall green that we greet

with affection after a long winter.


Elsewhere, water lilies, more prominent

in the landscape, haven’t a clue

about the subtleties of beauty.

Weed, yes, but such an exceptional one

cutting the air this way and that

in a light breeze that animates us all.


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