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  • THE ABUNDANT DARK

    Since late February it has barely rained.

    The river is low. On the far bank

    is an oak, scorched, blackened in last year’s storms.

    Some way downstream birdsong seems louder,

    the wind’s soughing through the leaves more intense.

    Suddenly, between the trees, a wide, white path

    of broken stones appears. The river has gone!

    Somewhere, in this deceiving landscape,

    in this bucolic dingle oceans made,

    in this valley of lost industry,

    dappled, silvery waters hurry,

    like lightning, down limestone swallow holes

    into the abundant dark.

     

     

     


    3 responses to “THE ABUNDANT DARK”


    1. Ashen Venema Avatar

      Love the images, and the last one sings and echoes…

      ‘dappled, silvery waters hurry,
      like lightning, down limestone swallow holes
      into the abundant dark.’

    2. Ferne Braudel Avatar
      Ferne Braudel

      Formidable et atmosphèrique! Peut-être, c’était la vengeance de ‘Manon des Sources’?

    3. Clive Watkins Avatar

      The conclusion is strong, David:

      Somewhere, in this deceiving landscape,
      in this bucolic dingle oceans made,
      in this valley of lost industry,
      dappled, silvery waters hurry,
      like lightning, down limestone swallow holes
      into the abundant dark.

      ‘Abundant’ – from ab + undare: to flow in waves – is a particularly nice touch.

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