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| credit: BBC Gloucestershire |
Clear waters flow though Bourton
The Cotswold town site between a shallow river
Sparkles and dances in the sunlight,
Currents ripple and pass-through low arch bridges
Walked over by numerous feet
Trekking from all the world’s corners
To bathe in this cool’ refreshing spring
Children paddle
Splashing each other
Laughing and chuckling in the sunshine,
A white horse stands between pebbles and the towpath
Drinking from the river
Quenching its thirst
In scorching heat
The water barely reaches above its hooves
Yellow limestone buildings line the riverbank
Beckoning visitors to step inside souvenir shops
2 comments:
This is a lovely poem, Adam, full of imaginative language and imagery. I remember you reading it aloud at our last session, but I can appreciate it better now that it's in print. Nice to have you back on the blogspot! I shall be reading it a few times.
Alex
Your poem is very descriptive Sarah, I can imagine the 'blaze of blaring blue'. I also like. the 'beak stretched and pointed' and the bird's 'composed and silent posture'. I have seen a kookaburra, a close relation, in a similar profile
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