
There was so much humidity in the air one day last week, that walking along the river felt like being in a jungle. I rambled on, staying curious to the overgrown wildlife and its ever insightful messages and put them into poetic form in order to process my experience. Good old poetry – where would I be without you?
Wild River
Rapeseed clouds the river air
All over-grown and yellow
There is a closeness I’m aware
whose silent presence bellows
The scent too sweet, I overheat
The birdsong swoops and teeters
We want things to be round and neat
Yet that’s not how life meets us
I choose instead to scan the beds
of tall and proud wild clover
which tells me to say grace instead
of wishing lock-down over
A snail slides past and seems to share
the message ‘slow and mellow’
Rapeseed clouds the river air
All over-grown…
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