Narrative To Poem, River of Ribbons
Narrative for River Of Ribbons Poem
'The Symphony of the River'
I sit, and observe;
To the left of me,
A large, semi-circle, spreads, into a wide arc, almost to the middle;
When, unexpectedly,
The East Wind, blows, a short, sharp, gust,
And it lifts up, tiny points of steel,
that look like a baby hedgehog’s spine;
They rise and jump, dancing up and down,
Like fluid needle-pins,
drawn to an invisible, magnetic, master.
At the edge of this frenzy,
A smooth, black, shard appears,
Stretching, wide, and out,
Over-taking the dancers, to finish in an apex,
like a piece of broken, black glass;
It reflects, the colourless bird, in the damp, grey, clouds.
To the right, from the bank, stretching over, to the far side;
A narrow ribbon, of luminous, smoke-tinted, satin,
almost reaches the opposite bank,
Rippling, like a thin, flat, streaming flag.
Suddenly, the wind, purposely blows, another gust,
Down, and along, the surface,
Transforming all into a feathering-fan;
Like the murmur of starlings, in joy and at play,
And I listen, to the music.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2020
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