The prompt site We Write Poems has morphed into Red Wolf Poems with a prompt on Thursdays.  The first of these is to find a song about a river and incorporate it in some way into our poem.

I thought Moon River, Old Man River, then Old Father Thames – which took me back to my childhood beside the Thames, and a memoir I wrote about those happy times.

But something new seemed called for.

From boggy upland seep
to broad majestic sweep,
past pollard willows,
flowered water meadows;
moorhens,  mallards,  swans
glide silently below singing  avians
in this perfect eco-system,
to its ordained end,
the ocean.


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11 Responses to River

  1. A really good one, Viv. I like the shape.


  2. So pristine, so undisturbed by humans. I like where your song trail took you.


  3. Suzanne says:

    You have captured the diversity of river life well here.


  4. Wonderful, Viv. In so few words you make a lovely description of the Thames.


  5. Irene says:

    This sings of nature so well.


  6. ah. rivers have this lure about them.. the silently slowly meandering one.. Just read heart of darkness and I like how Conrad likes the Kongo river with a snake…


  7. claudia says:

    i’m living close to the river rhine – and from childhood on was fascinated by its magic… we used to swim in it as a kid as well..


  8. julespaige says:

    While visiting in Florida (USA) I saw some Moorhen ducks. So that helped me picture your Thames as more than just a causeway for commerce.

    Nicely done.


  9. Love this and the use of ordained…nicely done, Viv!


  10. colonialist says:

    I have a happy recollection of swimming across the Thames and back from a cousin’s home on the banks. It was a trifle chilly!


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