Gutsy folk flee to higher ground,
plucked from all that is familiar
to gather, bereft, in halls and churches,
grasp at rumours of rescue
from the unaccustomed body of water.
Bewildered cattle clatter into trucks,
rue their quiet routine, gone it seems for ever –
invisible pastures listed among the lost.
And still the storms roar in.
The Sunday Whirl will have more interpretations of this week’s wordle words. The media are full of dramatic images of the floods in SW England, which have disrupted the lives of countless people for the last 7 weeks. My sympathies are particularly with the farmers who face the loss of their herds, the pollution of their land, and financial ruin.