REACHING SATURATION POINT

Listening to the weather when I awake

It is unsettled and petulant

With a grey moody texture

Swishes of tyres, squelching of feet

The soundtrack of recent weeks

Puddles become pools become rivers

Heavy grey skies mirrored in a spectacular waterland

As far as the eye can see

Water defies boundaries, bursts banks, streams over bridges

Natures rule book sodden then swept away

Trees dance thrash then snap

Wrenched from the earth by turbulent storms

We have slipped, fallen, gone under

Into the depths of climate change

Yet still we build build build on flood plains

Our infrastructure crumbles

A saturated honeycomb of potholes 

A lonely island with fractures and fissures

In a state of collapse

We must listen to this saturated land

River Time is Different in Newnham, words & video prove it!

So this morning I could hear geese chuntering away down on the Severn, while I was still in bed. I leapt out and grabbed some clothes and went down to see them….I was more than rewarded with a wonderful sunrise, thoght the geese had flown up-river. Here’s a short powm I worte, and a video to prove that time is truly different in my part of the world! (turn the video sound up loud!)

River Time is Different

The geese call

I run down

To the river

 

To see, too late

 

Now out of sight

I hear them

A honking, jeering

 

Rowdy cacophony

 

The racing river

Seems to pause

When a leaf falls then

 

Floats away to sea

 

The church bells

Ring out the hours

I know this moment

 

Then the clock bells

 

Ring out

River time

Is different

 

In Newnham

 

The Film

 

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