Wednesday, October 21, 2015

The Silver River

 Jacket, shirt and shoes,
 his socks and trousers
neat on the bank;
 a small crowd watching from the bridge.  

silver river running  

 He was coming from a game of cards, late,
 the winnings in his pocket.
 There had been a woman,
 they had visited the priest.  

silver river running  

 But that’s long ago now.
 He worked the farm;
 a good worker, his neighbours said,
 always busy with the tractor. 

silver river running 

 He lived with his mother,
 who cooked his meals and managed the money.
 Now she was a great farming woman,
 everyone agreed. 

silver river running 

I have a photograph of him holding a child,
he didn’t look comfortable;
he sat for a while in the garden
but didn’t stay long. 

silver river running



Trademark Lawyer said...

I like the parallelism of this, does the 'silver river running' denote the very thought process of the poem?

Michael said...

Yes. Thanks for visiting