Tas In March Poem by Edwin Brock

Edwin Brock

Dulwich / London / England

Tas In March

Rating: 2.7


White on dark water, so stark
I leave my binoculars behind
and watch with bare red eyes
two swans, taut with sexuality,
stretching their necks
alternately side by side.

They are early: colour is
still to come to bone-dry rushes
and trees bank black strangling

their green. It is a hard wedding:
sharp brambles and ivy-covered
stumps hunch and hug;

sleet pokes the surface from
a blank neutrality, to come back
spitting with all its mouths.

Roused, the spread wings
beat their own storm towards
the north, wind against wind.

Somewhere in all this a small
heat is held, like the hope
of a cold man drowning.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

animal passion runs hot and cold.. good descriptive poem

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Leslie Philibert 15 August 2014

a fine poem; well written from, I expect, a established poet..

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Babatunde Aremu 15 August 2014

Nice write laced with wonderful use of imagery. I like it

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Douglas Scotney 15 August 2013

Wilfred Owen in the frozen trenches: ' I was kept warm by the ardour of life within me. I forgot hunger in the hunger for Life.'

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Barb Mcavaney 15 August 2012

a good write there must of been quite a storm

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Edwin Brock

Dulwich / London / England
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