Best Estuary Poems

The River carries words softly,
her rhythm, my cadence,
her flow, my home.

I drift where the stars fall,
their light a map I cannot follow—
only feel.

Deeper now, the River’s current hums.
The Poet has run out of lines—
their ink dissolving into the tide.

Her banks disappear,
leaving only sky and salt,
an...

Continue reading...

Tidal flats reveal their light grey heads
They replacing green-grey sea in dots and dashes on the horizon,
They toy cheekily with the extracted tide, enjoying their dry sun bathing
An island of ginger sand, void of seabirds, spoils the sea-mud horizon
The tide stands poised, ready for its...

Continue reading...

The sun poured upon us
                             and created a beautiful estuary
       ...

Continue reading...

i sat on the sandy shelf looking out to sea
intensity in the sunshine
set my head spinning
i could smell the sweet scent of the sea
could hear the breaking waves upon the dusty sands
and could feel in my bones the grains of time as they passed
a thousand...

Continue reading...

In an octopus's garden withyou
As thewords trailed offand I left the building
I found myself thinking of Anthony
Then Isstarted to run to thetaxi rank
My heart in mymouth
I remember someone saying if youever think ofhim
youshould get out quick.
Ihailed a taxi got in and said elephant please
as we...

Continue reading...

Everyday.

The 
moon 
rises 
in 
the 
blood 
soaked 
sky.

Everyway.

I 
am 
bleeding 
just 
for 
a 
butterfly 
not 
to 
die.

Someday.

I 
will 
be 
free.

Someway.

You 
will 
see.

I 
am 
not 
me.

I 
am 
rooted 
shallow 
in 
the 
shade 
of 
a 
dead 
tree.

Faint 
voices 
bark 
in 
my 
head.

I 
heard 
what 
was 
said.

I 
never...

Continue reading...

?? Written by Aamir
     ?? Written by Patricia



?? In search of mighty elixir
              I roam
  across the streets    intoxicated,
     ...

Continue reading...

On the outer edge of Kemble
there’s a stone upon the green
where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond.

It seeps and then it flows
under bridges as a stream
towards the narrowboats of Lechlade and beyond.

There is peace and so much beauty
from The Isis* to The Thames
winding...

Continue reading...

Estuary

the strong tide greets the sheltered stream
where life's hereafter dares to dream

a place where screeching, circling birds
fall silent to breath’s final words

where memories once formed on land
are carried by the shifting sand

to where the river meets the sea
and on then to eternity.


Aqueduct

where ten arches span...

Continue reading...