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Monday, March 26, 2018

A Heron on the Boyne

I came across a heron on the Boyne today and had to stop and admire its poise. I got a few snaps before I'd come too close for comfort. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago.

Heron on the Boyne

Icy chill between the bridges
funnelled on the river’s face
surprises snap-blast
impacting on thought. 

Before he stood wizened
with wispy beard
on the banks
above the reeds and rushes

and I contemplative of his stance
found solace in shared solitude.
Here there is no weight
that is not borne

in conversation water-reflected
and I-to-I expel fear,
time’s herald and child
wallowing before the flight.

Ă“rla Fay