The Wednesday Poem

Do Not Sleep Beside a River​

When the wind is still, the river is slick, fat and smooth
Round bellied at high tide
But tonight the wind moans across her making foam
Sending froth to lick my face.

At night she is jet black and limp
Creatures die in her unseen
She parts her waters, then devours
That gentle oil slick, those leaves floating by.

That rubber dingy does not know her secret
Birds alight on her firm belly
But not our children
They slide in leaving no trace.

Cyndie Innes

Cyndie Innes has published poems and short stories in several anthologies including Westerly. She has published her novel, The Secret of Harragar, which has received a positive response, through Amazon. Her next project is to complete an anthology.

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