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THE ABUNDANT DARK

Since late February it has barely rained.

The river is low. On the far bank

is an oak, scorched, blackened in last year’s storms.

Some way downstream birdsong seems louder,

the wind’s soughing through the leaves more intense.

Suddenly, between the trees, a wide, white path

of broken stones appears. The river has gone!

Somewhere, in this deceiving landscape,

in this bucolic dingle oceans made,

in this valley of lost industry,

dappled, silvery waters hurry,

like lightning, down limestone swallow holes

into the abundant dark.

 

 

 

© Copyright David Selzer
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3 Responses
  • Ashen Venema
    April 30, 2021

    Love the images, and the last one sings and echoes…

    ‘dappled, silvery waters hurry,
    like lightning, down limestone swallow holes
    into the abundant dark.’

  • Ferne Braudel
    April 30, 2021

    Formidable et atmosphèrique! Peut-être, c’était la vengeance de ‘Manon des Sources’?

  • Clive Watkins
    May 14, 2021

    The conclusion is strong, David:

    Somewhere, in this deceiving landscape,
    in this bucolic dingle oceans made,
    in this valley of lost industry,
    dappled, silvery waters hurry,
    like lightning, down limestone swallow holes
    into the abundant dark.

    ‘Abundant’ – from ab + undare: to flow in waves – is a particularly nice touch.

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