A Paddle on the Cut

Water ripples on the bridge
Light bars shimmer on the arch
Bow noses through
Boat obediently follows, a silent vessel.

Ahead, trees bow over the cut
Mist, floats aloft, burnt
By the fiery climbing orb
A moorhen calls from nearby rushes

Water runs down paddle shaft
And pours and drips on hull
Rays that sparkle on the surface.

Martin Delemare
17th February 2003