Ironstone and Irises
Welcome to my first attempt at sharing some of my poetry and pictures online . It is very much going to be a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy what I have managed so far
Ian
3/13/20251 min read
Spring bike ride in the fens
New wheat shoots make a springtime sea of green
That shines as water under morning sun.
On either side the wooded slopes recede
As though we headed from an enclosed bight
To the wide oceans of the east.
The quiet roads like surface currents take
Our bikes as craft that sail against the wind.
Farms and grey woodlands reefs and islands are
Homes for humanity to work and love,
Ports to hunt the harvest of the fen.
We go about and run downwind to home
The friendly coasts draw in. And far ahead
The minster towers are leading marks by day
And lights by night to guide land sailors safe
Beneath the overarching sky.
April/May 2016
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