The Forest of Dean

A long way from anywhere

Framed by two rivers

The Severn

The Wye

 

On the west bank of the Severn

My home for eight years

Tidal, fast flowing

Waves ricocheting

I am calmed

 

From this side I gaze across

And look back

To the east

The river runs through

The Bore rages

 

Past life left behind

On the other bank

My present one

Here now

Flowing steadily

 

The Bore booms

Between the banks

Memories of the past flood in

Waves bursting with future

Ride her passion

 

A choice was made and understood

One side is merely

A different perspective

To the other

The tide the meeting of river and sea

 

I don’t ride the wave

Though my heart surfs on it

Beating to the drum of the tides

In a forest

Between the Severn & the Wye