Jewels of the RiverA Poem by Chris Shaw
Out of the mists of early dawn
that veil the river's sleepy flow which roll across the dew-wet fields to linger where the hedgerows grow. In waters spiked with broken reeds float lily leaves, small craft shaped boats, a lonesome swan dips down to feed beguiling in his down-white coat. Bright sun breaks through, it glows rich gold, the mute glides on the crystalline, then stands in shallows near the bank, surveying all that he deems fine. His plumage shapes into a fan, he preens himself, full stretches wings, then flaps the surface, whips up drops of crystal water which he flings into the air with mighty force, dispersing spray caught in the light. Like splintered glass, ten thousand shards of diamonds glinting in full flight, which sparkle as they greet the sun. Ten seconds pass, the show is done, the gems rain down and all are lost, beneath the river, every one.
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Added on May 13, 2018Last Updated on May 13, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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