About A River

Tower Bridge over the Thames


The Thames

Just is

As inevitable as umbrellas in London


Weighted down by warships

Pinned back

by buildings and monuments


To the past

And glittering present

Tidal but flowing ever onwards


Sectioned by bridges

The powerful, and delicate

All swept by greenbrown tides


I tried to make you mine

The Pool of London

Familiar but unknowable


Not like the sky over Newtown…

But I was rushing

And you were indifferent – so strong


And yet irresistible

Not pretty water

Like Sydney Harbour or the Zurichsee, but…


Compelling, unfathomable, there

Turner’s Thames too

Shimmering on the periphery


OK maybe a few drops

Seeped into my soul

Absorbed from a thousand cups of English tea.






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