*
Snow melts rapidly,
ice to water.
The river runs
down hill.
*
Her swift, dark waters
cut into river banks
drowning trees,
swallowing light,
inhaling the sun.
*
Deep in her belly,
the kidnapped light
is secured in darkened safety,
a prisoner of her womb.
She labours on.
*
Past spindle limb-ed
bent trees.
Then,
through the swamp
she passes.
*
Her tiny waves
breaking when fouled
on aerated roots;
engulfed
by centrifugal force,
they swirl.
*
Splash
they rejoin
the flow.
She forges on
where shadows are
but reflections lost, and
murky depths
mask secrets.
*
Faster now.
Her watery plane
a massive ache.
Engorged with light,
She releases from her belly,
the Sun.
*
A drowned captive
of a shadowy past.
Adrenal rush,
her flushing of the bank,
a constant, savage repetition
that finally erodes…
*
her underbelly
of mud.
collapses
stricken, oozed, lost.
*
Unsplash —photo by Hike Shaw — Brown Snake.
*
She widens her flow
bravely running
over flat, brown rocks
heat baked; ever mindful of
half-submerged reptilian.
*
Relief.
Wide, flat plains
are reached.
Shallow waters
pan out,
to stretch and glitter
in the sun.
*
Unsplash — photo by Thanti Nguyen. "Foaming Drops Dance".
Foaming drops
dance;
fly into the night
as they leap
high on pleasure.
*
Her load is heavy now.
It’s the winter of her time.
Pelting rain
invades the acid lode
vaulted in her belly.
*
But still she moves.
Currents swirl and eddy,
split,
link,
rejoin.
*
Become one again,
At water source.
So She runs on
through the flats,
towards the mines
to…
*
Unsplash — photo by Andy Falconer . "cyanide-laced cocktails ...carry death"
carry death;
when
cyanide-laced cocktails
gold tailings are
dumped
into her very waters.
*
Unsplash — photo by Marcel Painchaud
*
Birds dive for fish
to die,
trailing their plumes;
and tenderly she holds,
bears,
their sodden bodies
on wave crests,
to water’s edge.
*
Staggering on,
dis-eased,
She looks for a place
to rinse away
poisons,
systemically received.
*
Unsplash — photo by Joao Silas — Iguazu Falls . "A place to rinse".
*
She thunders on
pulsing downhill
swirling,
energetically
riding out her pain.
Once again her rich, green depths
are cleansed
as waters pass over coarse, yellow sand.
*
Transiting to reaches
where alluvial gold
is elusively leached.
*
a.a.hardy
copyright 1999
all rights reserved.
#climate change, #nature, #river, #creativity
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a.a.gallagher
Thank you for reading my words and for following me. I am a collector of stories. I also write to try and explain life's happenings to myself. I write poems about the environment, climate change plus fun rhymes aimed at young kids.
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