Well hewn craft, voyaging various bays and shorelines while licking the salt wind, wading the muddy flats and coursing from the sources of the Severn along ancient tributaries, to the great flood. Glints of treasures emerge among flotsam at the high tide mark, while a few more tedious low tides (and even a Bore) mark their passage. The much prized poet reflects, and a silvery light burnishes the purple silt; sometimes he smudges horizons, wet into wet, as the metaphors soak in and the words rock to the rhythms of the moon. This themed collection is well anchored by its own present merit, but should the Orange Caped Fifth Horseman ever cast down his devilish stone barrage, to strangle this most revered and enchanting of Europe's naiades, then this is a work that might survive, in memorial to what was lost, as stark as the black oak ribs of the ancient hulks and fishing posts we still see, and as sharp as giant fish bones - and may they ever stick in the craw of those who did not care, nor ever stood on Severn's banks to listen to the reeds and the small waves talking.
The much prized poet reflects, and a silvery light burnishes the purple silt; sometimes he smudges horizons, wet into wet, as the metaphors soak in and the words rock to the rhythms of the moon. This themed collection is well anchored by its own present merit, but should the Orange Caped Fifth Horseman ever cast down his devilish stone barrage, to strangle this most revered and enchanting of Europe's naiades, then this is a work that might survive, in memorial to what was lost, as stark as the black oak ribs of the ancient hulks and fishing posts we still see, and as sharp as giant fish bones - and may they ever stick in the craw of those who did not care, nor ever stood on Severn's banks to listen to the reeds and the small waves talking.