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Creek

written by: Polly Oliver

@Polrocksnbones

 

Here the secretive tide laps at banks

Quiet as centuries and wrapped

In twisted mesh of ancient oak limbs;

Twig fingers scraping molecule-thin skin

Of the cool green-blue world that slides

In primal silence below a mirrored sky.

And here in a spring in slackened time

A thousand golden eyes of celandine

Watch impassive the woman who dreams

In bluebell-hazed shade of heart-break green

Of youth and love and the roll of years

That turned a girl’s sunlight to shade and tears.

Polly Oliver

Polly Oliver

JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
A mother of two boys, scribbling from the Western coasts of the UK, mainly poetry, but whatever comes out really. Former journalist and PR professional, the first whispers of middle age and declining eyesight made having a real go at 'real writing' a little more urgent. A Cornish native, I made my home in South West Wales so the sound of the sea sighs through my work every now and then. Lover of nature, yoga, boutique coffee shops and occasional (and very dreadful) surfer.
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