Rope Swing
over River Ching,
attacked by floating feral shopping trolley.
Farmers` run off,
dead river, industrial open sewer
fizzing and foaming like Jekyll`s Tincture:
canals reborn!
Thames throws up a thousand years
every time the tide recedes;
riding bikes into the Lea,
drowning maggots by the million,
thug fisherman catching
and killing.
Fighting the flow at Dobbs Weir,
streaming green-weed scent
still rouses cloy of drowning-
but I`m still drawn.
Monster pike tiger-striped
caught by a six year old,
and the net drips silently,
on her rose-pink Wellingtons.
poem by Bob Dellar
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