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Monday, 26 August 2013

Low Tide

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It's a slow, sleepy bank holiday today, so here is a slow, sleepy poem. Enjoy...

  

Low Tide by Jan Jones

River flats, mud flats,
Curving haze-shimmer all along the horizon
Slender silver loops of creek
Otherworld solitary
Impassable

Boats leaning on the river banks
Making slow, crazy-angled love,
mattress half on bunk, half up wall
distant trees feathering the hatch space
endless sky through dangle-curtained windows.

Late afternoon eddy of water
pushing in from the sea
covering the shining mud
sliding the world inexorably upright
returning us to civilisation
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2 comments:

Chris Stovell said...

That's lovely - and now I want to back on a boat in a sleepy creek!

Jan Jones said...

Thaks, Chris, glad you liked it