The Write Place for M'lady Helena

a poem

 

The write place 2009

 

The river here runs slow and deep

The banks on either side are steep

 and covered well with foliage.

Through which small creatures slyly creep.

 

The price of life is vigilance

 they can’t afford to take a chance

The brambles form an airy cage

 through which they cast a wary glance.

 

Instinctively they know to hide

 for danger lurks on every side

They have no choice they must forage.

It’s tantamount to suicide.

 

Just one mistake and they will die.

Predators can strike from the sky.

so suddenly and silently

The oldest rules of all apply

 

 to prey and to each predator

Nature red in tooth and claw.

An old but very true adage

 which will remain for evermore.

 

The river flows on placidly

 quite unaware apparently

of happenings upon life’s stage..

In undisturbed tranquillity.

 

The river here runs deep and slow

 A favourite place I choose to go

To scribble words upon a page.

my pencil moving to and fro.

 

My presence does not cause upset

they do not see me as a threat.

Until I move to turn my page.

Though I try not to, I forget.

 

 I watch the watchers watching me.

I pique their curiosity

I find it difficult gauge

who watches who the most closely.

 

Towards the closing of the day

I have to go but they will stay

 safe hidden in the foliage.

From which they very rarely stray.

 

15/07/2009

 

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