ROWING ON THE AVON

our skiff noses  into the current

golden flakes     sparkles

kingfisher   winged bolt of blue

avon flounces her gown  of

yellow wildflowers   willows

undulating glass waterfalls

and abstract jiggles of light

green dragonfly  wings  quiver

splish   splash   splosh

neophyte in charge of  our rudder

avoids punts and canoes

leaning forward  father dips the oars

shouts watch out   avon ferry

tourists gawk and  gesture

father ties the painter

dives  into  green water

grandpa relaxing   red velvet cushions

transcendence  he rowed  at cambridge

lifetime ago   pretty    girl enigmatic eyes

silk dress fuscia pink    colour of

lily buds peeping  from those ferns

butterfly flutter    indigo wings

trembling on a hat

and in a shadowed grove

lovers tryst beneath the trees

 

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About wraxdec

I've reached the age of flamboyance and bling.I love Classical FM, Jazz, French chansons, French movies, SBS Documentaries and Wednesdays with my Women Writers Critique Group at the NSW Writers Centre.I've published short stories and the occasional article. My novel/'faction on nursing in the 20th Century,' BLACK STOCKINGS WHITE VEIL - A TALE OF ADVERSITY, TRIUMPH AND ROMANCE AT ROYAL PRINCE ALFRED HOSPITAL'- was a Finalist in the 2009 Indie Book Awards. I've critiqued a second fictional family memoir, 'SONGS FROM HEAVEN', and am working through a third, 'GOING HOME'.
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