And nearby the river roams
to smells of firewood dust;
my partner of peace,
a stained bank of damp
by the sound of water,
just as my tawny yewood is a musty pelt
to contain my silence,
which carries a timbre incantation
as ancient papyrus talks.
Excerpt from ‘Ye World Dreams’
Journeys From the Thames Vol 1
© Gary Rogers
A Flowater riversea
to fetch
an Antlantean soul siren
for the river runs deep
and
the purity yearns
to
the spring sources
and
gaia cleanses
with
a eyrhythmial gurgling green.
So sin no fish
of this herstory
of
water rhymes
sweep to sweep
a
purged distilled eeliquid
that is
eagle swirls
of
lustral leander
as river reaping salmon
are of
north heart.
Excerpt from ‘A Riverse of Flowater Messages’
Journeys From the Thames Vol 2
© Gary Rogers