Photo of Cuckmere Haven
From hill to vale to sea
The water entrances me
Swift spring, deep pools
It runs from village to field
Then suddenly sluggish
It takes a weary turn
And meanders across the land
A silver snake,
Shy of meeting its bigger self.
Words and photo copyright Englepip©
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Those first two lines are so musical. “From hill to vale to sea/The water entrances me.” They are simple, yet memorable.
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Thank you. I didn’t attempt rhyme throughout but I did try to slow the poem down like the river.
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Yes, I did notice that the tempo slowed as the poem progressed. Well done!
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Thank you..
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lovely.
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Thank you.
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