The Heron On The Weir, a poem by Alyson Faye at Spillwords.com
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The Heron On The Weir

The Heron on the Weir

written by: Alyson Faye

 

Like an angle-poise lamp
he stands, a youngling
fragile-boned
hooked beak
grey on grey;

weir waters –
froth spittles the air
the rushing gush
a noisy boiling torrent.

The heron,
a still silhouette
waiting – one dart
of the sinuous neck

a flap of wings,
he’s facing me,
a sliver of smoke
blink and he’s gone,

whilst the weir
surges on.

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