The River at Henley

Frosty river and bare trees







Darkness drains down
the slopes of the spinney,
night’s plug was pulled;
Ground-shocked with sun
that shredded clouds to ribbons;
Frost-bound white grass
cracked and seeped
to green again.

The glittering river steams
in the still iron-cold air;
Mist shifts and stirs,
Distant sounds of oars
turning in rowlocks
and the cox call
for the stroke;
Mercury water
slides free from the blade.










First Published in THE MOZZIE, Vol 14, Issue 6, July, 2006.
& Valley Micropress Vol 9, Issue 7 August 2006



Filed under Poem

2 responses to “The River at Henley

  1. I really like this poem


  2. I love the use of alliterations. Makes it classy.


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