Poems Inspired by Wymondham, Norfolk

 

The first in a handful of poems inspired by the place, people and history of a remarkable town. Keep an eye out for others, including Oak Tree and The Abbey.

 

Tiffey.

Picnic at our River?

Myriad of colonies in perfect balance,

the Willow a home for Rat.

 

Threat of bricks and mortar looming.

Rubber soles.

Printed paper from concrete forests of expansion signal a flood.

 

But this is ours.

 

Kingfisher and dog walker morning greeting;

flashes of electric honesty skimming the shallows of Spring

bringing a gift, an offer of peace and love.

 

Branches for poohsticks and fetchsticks,

cascades of murky micro-life

awoken by the doggie paddle and the welly paddle.

 

Under the bridge, a troll lives

echoes of commute rumble

as children paint their hands in water on crumbling brick;

 

a vanishing spoor, staying just long enough to witness –

 

squeals of delight

at numb toes and floating nature,

a caboodle in grasping fingers.

 

All too soon an endless day in the sun elapsed

 

Quick! Out!

Leave the bridge-dweller’s den…the lender revokes, a mistrust has awoken.

A trudge, a toil, a sorrowful goodbye

 

To a boundless life veiled once more.

 

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