Reservoir - Stephen Rowe

By the reservoir
In fading light
We walk amongst the gnarled trees
On the banks of a silver sea
Poles like grey steel pylons
Felled in the twilight
By ancient monsters
Who flicked them over
Into tangled bars
That held us on the water’s edge
Struts beneath tree trunk bridges
Reach out from the bank
To the shiny haze spanning the lake
Where ghosts walk in the misty evenings
And birds call from shore to shore
Where the forest is deep with bluebells
Leading into their caverns of canopies
Of fir and cedar in owl light
Half-light streams of hyacinths
Draw us in
To secrets hidden in the depths
Overseen by knotty arbour arms
And woody Abies cones
Like beacons sending signals
To the mystery world
Of ethereal nature
To let them know we’re here
And part of the balance
And the flow
And the stretch of all things
Earthly and surreal
In timeless order
In life

Stephen Rowe