Elemental
Last month’s rain seeps through brickwork,
falls through nothing then splashes.
Woodsmoke snakes between boat and roof,
flattened by the tunnel.
Water churned by the propeller
bounces off two walls then settles.
The tiller’s oak is warm under my hand.
Every so often it shudders.
I love the image of the woodsmoke flattened by the tunnel and the warmth of the tiller’s oak….beautiful and warm images.
you know what Robbie – those first two lines should be allowed to settle in your brain as they say so much – I didn’t need any more than that – although I understand we need some signposts so that we (as the reader) understands where you are and what you are doing – and obviously I quickly got to the scenario knowing your love of dabbling on water – so in that lies the dilemma – but it is a nice dilemma