Ullswater Requiem (3)

 

III Recordare Memory

 

You remember once yourself slipping off

the narrow shelf of Ullswater.

You were no swimmer at all and had waded out like them

beyond the glimmer of sunlight on rocks below,

walking on a cliff edge in a mist,

and only when you felt the stones begin

to slip and shift knew you were on the lip

of some commencing underwater fall.

 

You had rowed singing over the water

like fearless Vikings to the shingle beach,

bringing your gear: striped blazer, straw boater,

a camping stove for the picnic, scones,

a gramophone and old seventy eights.

You danced on stones before it drew you in.

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