Bridge, a poem written by Ricky Hawthorne at



written by: Ricky Hawthorne



A cacophony of slate
Uneven and sharp, yet
Permanent, bending, un-mathematically,
Across the dabbling beck;
Shaded by lithe willow limbs
Embracing the arch in geniality
Not consolation; antiquated and swan-like,
Not shorn of company;
Evoking a love, unpremeditated in its
Sculpture; a beauty expressed in the universality of
Pencil and lens, lacking the significance perhaps, it
Sleeps, cossetted upstream, benevolently cradled
In a vale between these munificent hills.

Today no footfall nor hoof
Burdens the mottled stone, the traffic
Reliant now on smoother brick down river,
Spanning the widest point; more
Streamlined than its predecessor;
Safer, un-photographed.

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