Montgomery Canal

Montgomery Canal

Aside the cut, twisted seat on shaded towpath, slab cold now, yet once
as rooted to the water caught running, kept static, conducted in
trench and pipe through field-green, lime-rich green, earth seam,
algal-covered barge paint-green.

Where once the rope taught horse helped harness the furness fire’s
richness, now today’s dog and bellied Alfred man makes his Buttington
battle stand. There, you can see – see that wild hinge-framed
stoneyard, dust-crusted mossy crag rich book at Llanymynech. Touch it
as your dream, be there aside the spirit of the cannaller, the
puddler, the porter, kilner, roper, bank ranger and coal backer, lock
keeper and the body of the restorer, the community stars of Wales.

Aside the cut of tranquility studied long it’s stone, lime, tiles,
bricks thick on past prosperity, the new cut, deeper slower now this
nature-niche of long-water where snail’s daughter son
sunlight-scavenge purer water flea foods. Food needs time again
pressing as once they drew families to the market hoardings to suffer,
toil, tend and boil in the industrial flames, revolution’s empty tums
who ran at the smell of cash flowing and will run again soon to the
tune of the supermarket piper.

No joy dance, nor fire this time. Hang the buckets dry as the knobs
rust everywhere on lowering tables and the culprits gulp more than
their bellies can. But to the water’s ways we return to earn, its with
child green carrying rotary leaved life almost still but forever on
the turn, churning, the long tall shallow troughs for plants it’s

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Wishful To Dream – Title / intro is:  Nice.

Something to work on is:  Its fine

My favorite line is:  nature-niche of long-water where snail’s daughter son sunlight-scavenge purer water flea foods. Food needs time again

Keep up the great work! !

GrantoftheHoBB – Thank you. The Montgomery Canal Trust didn’t take up the chance to use me as their poet-in-residence last year but just making an application for the post sent me on a wonderful walk along their stretch of canal where the words to this poem arrived.

We’re going on a poem hunt

We’re going on a poem hunt

We’re off to the sylvan wilds within
To wend our way to words.
Our lines of thought will couple them
Aligned in text – not heard.
For in this silent space they lay
For some, an ever-and-a-day,
Awaiting eyes that seldom know
The depths we wondrous poets go.

Lady Sapph – Your word play is so fun, and you really do have a refreshing style. Your work is like skipping rocks you seem to always nick the surface of a subject and let one’s mind grasp the depth. Awesome. Keep it up!
Elske – Title / intro is:  love it, nice title!
Something to work on is:  nothing really, although it might be that the first word ‘we’ve’ should be we’re. nice rhythm you got going! and I really love the theme, many poets can relate to it, I am very sure. very good job!
 Ah yes, it should be! Thank you very much for spotting that. We’re altering the we’ve, its weft and warp, it’s characters remixed so now they talk. But nothing found on hunt today as somethings gone – been thieved away: