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The Lake

written by: Grant Watson



It appears so much larger at night,
An opened mouth at the tip
Of my child’s feet as he

Skims flattened stones before bed
And shouts out our names across
The thick, dark peaks

Of its incoming tide.

I lead him to where we’ve camped -
You at a gas stove cooking fish
Line caught

At the curling wooded slats. And
Somewhere from its soft and
Muddy banks,

I’m sure I hear the lake call back.

Grant Watson

Grant Watson

Grant Watson is a playwright and screenwriter whose last play Perfect Blue was awarded three international awards. He has written extensively for UK television including Holby City, Family Affairs and Doctors. Grant is also a singer-songwriter whose EP Figure in a Dark Landscape is out now.
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