Bob Dellar Poems
|6.||Hedge Layer-Gap Mender||12/20/2012|
|10.||The River Between The Bridges||12/20/2012|
The River Between The Bridges
Between two bridges I fish
The Stour in winter.
The river is traumatised and
Skittish after rain three days solid,
Unsettled its dimensions,
And carved an old willows
Feet away to drown his
Gangly torso and limbs in the margins.
The flow skirts around him like
A politician, creating a back eddy
That pulls and worries at my float;
Its bright orange tip at odds
With the sepia wash of winter.
The nearest bridge is a century old
and a pleasing bird`s egg blue.
Occasional traffic rattles its roadway, ...