
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 ย She sleeps on the shoreline ashes pulsing to life in the hills for the last time ย ruined barns bake again in the afternoon sun ย flies land on my thumbs ย all by the lake built by mistake the dumping of rocks and silt ย by forces without name ย forces without a prior reputation for landscape-scale devastation ย a time before we were there to croon and ascribe blame at the sidelines ย or did we ย Semerwater ย at its edges a hare striding see-saw of a thing. ยฉ Daniel James Greenwood 2020 ย