Loon: from the Norwegian word Lom
derived from the old Norse word lómr
I waded through the tall grasses
and reeds along the shore of Dead
Lake; an old obituary for a massacre
of Ojibwe tribes. The dead morning
crawled from the horizon over the trees
alighting on a nest of wrack and leaves,
twisting twigs hidden along the waters
edge. Inside, two eggs Lay frozen
in orbit together, dead Oblong Planets,
the black spots craters on the glossy brown
surface. I grabbed one, hand bobbing
as if it held a hot rock, but it was dead
cold. Did the parents mourn?
Or, after pushing the eggs around
with their beaks like pebbles, did they fade
into the water? I gathered the lost eggs,
which were nearly as long as my hand,
and began heading home as a long
wailing call broke the air.
Daniel Schauer is currently pursuing an MLitt in Creative Writing at the University of Aberdeen. Originally from the States, he moved here with three of his best friends back in August to continue his education and perfect his writing. Poetry has always been his passion and this is his first publication.