The Strings of DeeA Poem by JohnL
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The Strings of Dee
Here beside the Dee, looking at Welsh hills and Wirral countryside
I see the sparkle of air-frost spangling sparse-clad winter trees;
Skeins of geese stretch, arrow-headed, across a night sky, deep and wide;
Silhouetted across a silver, misted moon, fanned by a breeze
Of speeding, flight inducing power – it is the hour
To swoop, to wade, to roost and, with homing clamour, seize
The loneliness, peace and estuary calm of places yet unspoiled,
Where rivers penetrate ancient mudflats, to meet seas
Whose crustacean life charges the tidal reaches’ coils
For waders, which do not form arrowheads across the moon
Or fan frosty mist drifts in the winter’s jewelled sky,
But scurry, dipping and bobbing their heads
in time to the lapping, ceaseless tune
Of breeze-blown waters; and grasses bending with the crooning wind’s cry.
And now, it is deep night, redolent with the fragrances that only night brings;
All is silent, save for sounds of reeded river breathing,
Humming through detritus of an estuary’s cold-taut harp strings
Of grasses, masts and ropes and other several items of man’s leaving.
John L. Berry. 15th December 2008.
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1 Review Added on December 15, 2008 AuthorJohnLWirral Peninsula, United KingdomAboutI live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..Writing
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