Brook-Song.
I start as a brook
in the distant hills
which beginning
in droplets clinging
together passes through
rills between tiny ridges, spills
down small land-slides,tumbles in
miniature waterfalls to join streamlets
in ripples and sliding hurries
over stony pebbles, breaching
ridged beds where frothing in bubbles
I rush to mingle with deeper waters
but stop to chatter under low willows
banked in sidings before altering
my tune to a baritoned river.
Then no more warbling in creeks
for me so bowling slower I walk to greet
other waters converging like tenors in
choric excitement, drowning me
with loud ocean-voiced-roars belonging
to deep and its wide basso eases
my weak trills into a deeper-sea song.
Yet I will ever
know myself
as a brook
that springs
from hill-height
dashing between
granite's nooks
and crannies
to delight
in brimming
over rocky beds
where my hum
is welcomed
by mossy pebbles
and where birds come
to drink and wet
feet and feathers
in my warm shallows
before I roll on
having to settle
for large water duets
and lost then
my previous whispers,
forgot the soft solo
of mountain's clear creek
in that deafening
fortissimo as ocean
knows only choral singing.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments6
Good write Fay.
I feel that the form of the first stanza pictures a brook growing. Then the second stanza is the same width throughout, showing the brook knowing itself as a brook.
I remember this lovely metaphor from a while back. Still as potent as it was on first reading and so memorable.
I tried writing on the same subject before reading your piece, I gave up because you completely said it all for my mind.
I love the flow in your wording, complementing
and adding more context and depth
to your poetry's topic or message, dear Fay
skilfully done, thanks for sharing again
a wonderful treat
A "re-membering" of sorts, and proclaiming of identity. I love the personification. Beautiful offering Fay!
I remember these words well and am not ashamed to point out that I loved em the first time round and quite possibly even more today than I did back then ........... N x
Beautiful words Fay, the music that the brook creates in life is another melody in Nature's Symphony.
Andy
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