English poetry

Poems in English

The river at whitebrook

The river at whitebrook

the winding wye
Curls into my senses
Feliniously

There’s no such word
But no such river
Merely exists

Where this river slivers
Between the dream
And the time i camped by it

Has left a furmark
On my inward skin
It takes only a wet thought

For hunchbacked woods
And a drift of mist
Lifting off the silver water

To sidle onto the retina
Where the lazy mind’s at ease
(nectar’s the drinks all round)

This is my river
That went underground
Before priapus found its tongue

And every flowing girl
Ran her hair down
Between those wise green banks



Poem The river at whitebrook - Rg Gregory