The Puddle
Brother river, sister creek
are running free
but I, evolved from rain or flood,
hued asphalt black or infused with mud
wait,
my gravity constructed shape ready
for gumboots to jump in,
disrupting my levelled skin
with laugh and giggle, splash and ripple
unlike wheels, brutal – metallic
that jolt and spray me wide
on trouser legs of passers-by.
A gentle wind on oil stains,
unperceived before the rain,
floats spiral colour over me.
Clear reflection,
a mirrored sky or mystic pool
for thoughts to lie?
How deep am I
when winter-frozen beneath your feet
or shrinking in the summer heat?
Hello dog, come drink of me.
Andrew Hayden
Andrew Hayden reunited with poetry in his fifties. Andrew enjoys writing in both a realist/ observational style of the natural world and also the occasional quirky humorous poem.
~ Look here for other poems in The Wednesday Poem feature
~ And don’t miss our podcast interviews with other poets in our Poets Paddock feature.
~ If you’d like to SUBMIT A POEM FOR THE WEDNESDAY POEM or COMMENT on this or any of our stories, don’t hesitate to email our Editor.
~ WHILE YOU’RE HERE –
PLEASE HELP US TO GROW FREMANTLE SHIPPING NEWS
FSN is a reader-supported, volunteer-assisted online magazine all about Fremantle. Thanks for helping to keep FSN keeping on!
~ Don’t forget to SUBSCRIBE to receive your free copy of The Weekly Edition of the Shipping News each Friday!