Gone fishin'

River laps me asleep

In stillness and bird song,

A cork floats to sea,

Distant tarmac

Rumbles a century away,

And swans read

My damp poems in mud

Without comment, and a 

Critics feather like touch,

Unconcerned,

Swimming to Eire 

with sunlight in their eyes

Reviews

[Eilis]

Lovely snapshot of a moment. Feels timeless like this bit of the landscape is frozen outside the consumerist landscape that dominates so much of the horizon. That 'distant tarmac...a century away'...I like that idea especially.

I have (a probably unhealthy) longing for places like this. Where time is something to luxuriate in and something that we are a part of--not trying to master. Your description of the swans is inspired.

I really love this...like I think I'm developing a poem crush. Great poetry, Gram.

[gram linski]

Haha, poem crush away, this place was in a town centre, down by the river bank, 5 mins from the old town drag, you can do it too, used to go back to parties in the morn smelling of damp swans and dew,

[Chris Shaw]

I like that cork floating to sea. You have to enjoy the river in the company of a bottle of wine don't you? That is apart from the swans and the birds. Beautiful setting. Nature at its best. Great place to write poetry and where quite a few of mine have been written.

Chris

[gram linski]

Thanks Chris, thought you might like this, there was a cheeky bottle of wine, and possibly a cheekier joint or two, lol

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing wrong with cheeky :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful love this thanks for making me smile 😊

[gram linski]

Thanks for reading and enjoying, didn't even have a fishing rod, just bottle of wine and pen, lol