Nature Poems

	The Copper Panel Canal There was no shelter from fists No calming millpond wood No whiff of willow's armour The wind swung its drumstick Water quivered like burnished brass Polished by the midday sun Tiny hammers danced on the surface Making tight fists in the thick air Nervous as pregnant cumuli The bruised hollows of thin metal saucers Cupped the imprints of a thousand Furious savants of the summer sun We moved so slightly as if the breath Of the forger tickled the boat on its way Lapping the hull with a copper gild Each bright inch of calm was tapped away Like the filigree of our love lacing The memory of that day with trinkets © David Incoll 2001
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