For Martin: 07.10.18
1.
It's here again, the gold leaf season.
Amongst the dispossessed of poplar
and willow, pure silver collects.
2.
A river in full spate. Fish and fly
act out their hunger games.
Below reeled lines, the keep nets fill.
3.
Heron, hunched and dull grey
like an old consort, takes sudden flight.
Water draws rings round emptiness.
4.
Greying hair, black ink. She writes
his name and weaves half-rhymes
around a labyrinth.
5.
Colours seep from the end of day.
Pen and rod, a handful of leaves
my direction, home, without you.
Björn has chosen as our Meeting the Bar challenge: The Cadralor – a five stanza poem of equal lines, each a stand alone visual which come together in the final with a sense of yearning [see here]
