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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
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.

Alyson Faye

Alyson Faye

Alyson lives in West Yorkshire, UK with her husband, teen son and four rescue animals. Her fiction has been published widely in print anthologies, most recently in the NHS charity anthology, Diabolica Britannica and Trickster's Treats 4 from Things in the Well, and most often online at the Horror Tree site, where she also reviews books and writes articles on horror films. Last year Demain published Night of the Rider SSS18 and Maggie of my Heart, a 1940's set crime novella. Her work has been read on BBC Radio, local radio, on several podcasts (Ladies of Horror), and placed in competitions. She swims, sings and is often to be found roaming the moor with her Lab cross, Roxy, in all weathers dreaming of sunnier climes.
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