Water Music, An Inspired Poem

"Water Music"

By Dennis Metcalf, Guest writer

The world has grown colder,
The winter seems to come more often and stays longer
The wind is wet with threat and grass is now slippery underfoot
As you skid and slide and skate down the long embankment
That leads to the little stream at the bottom of the garden.

The leaves stick to the soles of your shoes
Like fellow travellers who have no better place to be
A broken gate is rusted open, inviting you to enter
You wade through thick and sickly weeds
That cling weakly to your legs for a moment
Only to fall away with a wet slapping sound.

You sit by the stream
Listen to the voices of pebbles as the water ripples and whispers on
Your bones ache with pain
You now know how as reality
And you softly scream into the back of your hand as it reaches its
crescendo,
All cymbals clashing and kettle drums rolling.

Looking back, you can see the trail
Each sodden footstep printed on the grassy slope above you.
You have smudged your presence on this corner of the world
And now sit contemplating the music of the waters
Trickling through the reeds and weeds
At the bottom of a garden in winter.

(Provided by Jo Rosee, for D. Metcalf, originally published 13.9.08.)

Reprinted September 2011 / Tel

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