Pleasure Punting Poem by james watkin

Pleasure Punting



Calm water-bourne pleasurings.
Summer-hummed, punter's handled.
A slow boat!
Cradle-rocked tot's; of which to
Drowsy gloat!

Here, afar banked, dangled o'er
Of willow's own hair-moistened
Peering through
On its wake, rippleless felt
Drift off too.

Botanic gardens. Melb.

Sunday, October 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: boat,point of view
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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