The Orinoco
Some mind pictures
Engraved, as cave dwellers ochre memories
Cold, oblivious to time or death
Unable to erase her light-filled bursting gaze
As she unfolds a new secret in the old woods
Scraping clean her wellingtons, encrusted with the morning mud
From releasing the little reservoir of spring water
Damned from its meandering to the lake, by dead Autumn debris
Pointing to the escaped leaves, swirling around the Canada geese
Gobbling up their caviar breakfast of jellied frogspawn
With an almost childlike beaming face, she declares
‘The Orinoco flows again !’
Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 29th August 2012
In memory of Jo and Embercombe, Devon
From : The Departure Lounge
This is a blog of poems written by A H Mills, who currently lives on Boracay in the Philippines. Curated & uploaded by one of his daughters because, although he can email, he can't comprehend how to blog. Please leave any comments or suggestions you have here, I'll be sure to let my Dad know.
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