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Click hereIn the river, in her mind
tides surge and push, upwards and outwards
with slow and melancholy strength
denying constraints.
Irresistible.
Mile wide Severn, grey- brown power
carries tugs and barges
to dock at Sharpness
before the ebb tide.
Safe home.
On the bank a woman waits
submerged within depression’s waves,
maelstroms of silent despair
strain and pull at tenuous moorings.
She listens.
A Siren seductive sings.
“Let me hold you, comfort you,
your cares your torments let me take them away,
come to me, lie with me, to hold you forever.
I am turning now, turning.
Back to the sea.”
She stood, contemplative, slowly at first
but then with purpose, went to her suitor,
slid and slipped on the great black banks.
A soft mud road
to hardened certainty
At the water she stopped, hesitant, doubtful
for a time, then turned away.
She went back from where she came,
Why or why not, unknown.
Unexplained.
But tides will turn,
and the river again will sing its Siren song.
Note .“Black Dog” was what Winston Churchill called the depression he suffered in the 1930’s when he was isolated politically and under severe pressure financially. I do not know whether that name originated with him or someone else.
I know the black dog reference to Winny. Funny how he could be so depressive and also be the wit. Great use of the language. Your admirers are well met! -C
"I don't like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don't like to stand by the side of a ship and look down into the water. A second's action would end everything. A few drops of desperation." - Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
Five.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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