Poetry Blogs (2017, Twain)
This poem has its origins long ago in a jaunt on the Mississippi river on board the paddle-steamer SS Natchez.
As water-light dances through cabin blinds
in scintillant counterpoint to her chattering bow,
a brooding threnody of whistles fills up the big boat's horizon-lines;
the mate checks the bearing of her painted prow.
Well-worn warrior of river life, paddles slap...
Tuesday 19th December 2017 12:18 pm