Poetry: Semerwater

I’m in the process of editing a third booklet of poems. It takes me something like 2-4 years to get one finished because things need to be left to cool and develop, you need time away from it. I have a ghost document of poems that don’t quite fit in.

This is one of those poems. It’s about Semerwater, a lake in the Yorkshire Dales in north-east England that I visited in May 2018.

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 Semerwater 
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 She sleeps on the shoreline
 ashes pulsing
 to life in the hills
 for the last time
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 ruined barns
 bake again
 in the afternoon sun
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 flies land
 on my thumbs
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 all by the lake
 built by mistake
 the dumping of
 rocks and silt
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 by forces without name
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 forces without a prior reputation
 for landscape-scale devastation
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 a time before
 we were there
 to croon and
 ascribe blame
 at the sidelines
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 or did we
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 Semerwater
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 at its edges 
 a hare 
 striding see-saw 
 of a thing.

ยฉ Daniel James Greenwood 2020

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