FEEDING THE DUCKS
Heat is sighing in the glade
so we look for welcome shade,
remembering a pond
that scratched itself on the backs of rushes
concealing more than it could show.
We lean together on a fence
watch some ducklings
paddling on lily pads
like uncertain swimmers
precarious and disjointed.
Adults stay in the shallows
bobbing like coracles.
A man comes with bread -.
I note the tiny spread of time
as he makes his gesture;
the dimpling of water as the bread is cast.
"Another sandwich bites the dust," I say
in gentle mockery as if I have sinned
against his plan.
Soon the ducks reconvene,
the heat resumes its sighing in the glade.
raypool
Mon 17th Sep 2018 19:50
Thanks so much for looking in Stu. I appreciate your comments every time. This is one I pored over and edited a lot , like a jigsaw found some of the pieces had been misplaced. It was gratifying in the end !
I'm well thanks and had a couple of short holidays this year which recharged the old batteries. I hope things are going your way!
Ray