You arch the river
Cover the water
Stretch over the bend
Fly across your reflection.
Green grey surface,
Grey and yellow stones
Your feet touch down in the stream
The curve of you bends over the water.
They travel across you
but don’t see your majesty.
I sometimes start a blog on one theme and for some reason meander off in a completely different direction. Like a river meanders randomly, curving one way then the other.
Curving frequently, tributaries joining,
Increasing the flow, sinuous,
Like a snake, swallowing its own tail,
In places becoming, forming through sediment,
A famed oxbow lake, a tiny part of the whole, trapped and landlocked.
When it reaches the sea all its strength is dissipated.
Numerous streams wander a delta down to the water.
Seagulls trim their wings
And fly fiercely overhead.
My story meanders again,
As a gull steals my chips ……
I started at point A, wove around and ended at point B. Strange how like a journey we can be transported by words, drift along into a story or a song… .
One of the pleasures of going on holiday for a few days in a hotel is not having to cook for yourself.
A couple of nights ago we found this Italian restaurant down by the river in Otley. Some of the food was quite expensive but delicious and a real treat. I sat and drew the view while waiting for the meal (see previous post), but I don’t think I posted pictures of the view out of the windows over the river. Sorry I don’t know what the river was called., but there was a heron flying about and landing where the water pooled to flow over a weir. There must have been some bad weather as there were some tree branches and clumps of soil lying in the river. I don’t know if it is ever cleared up. Anyway I went off on a tangent. The meal was splendid. I would go again