FloodA Poem by Chris Shaw
this new year brings in
a swollen fat bellied Thames unable to contain his over gorging on plentiful winter rain falling falling relentless falling he belched his belly burst in a fit of pique a stretch too far for fast flowing manic moving water as trouser belt gave way spilling out on sandy park and the fields of the flood plain while river remained raging seething and speeding downstream flooded fields transformed into a scene of wonderland or should i say wonderlakes where willow trees bathed knee deep so serene in mirror glass stillness reflected cold blue sky with a whisper of white cloud as a multitude of majestic swans glide by with geese in perfect harmony they have found their heaven so have i as i stand nearby watching as they swim towards wooden fencing separating the garden of mum and dad’s former cardinal close home what would they make of this i thought caught up in the reverie of a one off occasion © 2024 Chris ShawReviews
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Added on January 10, 2024Last Updated on January 10, 2024 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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