
The Rise of the River Arun
The water just kept rising
The water racing to the sea
The sea, a sprawling brim
The sea, a solitude’s realm
A realm of whip-quick waves
A realm of oar and stroke
Stroke across this surging water
Stroke it like a scimitar
Scimitar of a lion’s claw
Scimitar to slice the deep
Deep into its primal judder
Deep into its queasy brew
A brew of seeping sway, this river
A brew of flood lashed days
Poetic form: Terra Forma duped into a modern sonnet. Written for Miz Quickly’s 12 August (although today is Friday 13th) prompt. Photo is my own, taken in Arundel beside the river Arun (which is about to break its banks) and where a seagull was diving on my chips…. bloody little beastie. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
9 responses to “Miz Quickly’s 12 August: Take 2”
I love that I can close my eyes and just remember the place, at the same time as I’m listening to the poem.
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I’m glad it brought you a bit of pleasure.
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Fabulous build up and such great use of repetition. Strong images. Just really wonderful!
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Thanks! 😁
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Great images. Love the lion’s claw metapor. 👍
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Thank you so much, Hobbo!
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Your welcome, that particular metaphor stayed with me all day. 👍
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Sort of like an itch… 😂
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😂sort of…
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