INKSPILL Guest Writer Heather Wastie – Histrionic Water

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Histrionic water

In Wolverhampton,

fish take me by surprise.

 

Looking down from Broad Street Bridge,

then from the towpath edge

 

I need an explanation

for such unexpected clarity,

 

a long exposure of minnows,

lush reeds and sulky sediment.

 

It’s ironic, says the cut water,

I have been cleansed

 

by a vandal-induced stoppage.

Tearfully the water speaks:

 

It was you who saved me

from oil slick, effluent, blackened

 

polystyrene icebergs, mattress tangled

shopping trolleys, half inched bikes,

 

malicious metal spikes,

contents of living rooms tipped.

 

I was soap sud soup with beer bottle croutons,

peppered with cans and the odd chunk of meat.

 

You saved me from scum,

from smothering polythene,

 

wire running red, the callous garrottes

of those who would see me dead.

 

I fear the onset of duck weed.

You saved me to be stirred.

 

 

 

© Heather Wastie

July 2013

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6 responses »

  1. So many of our waterways befell this fate, regeneration has transformed them. Thanks for letting us publish the finished poem….. I was soap sud soup with beer bottle croutons, ——- Perfect description. Vivid.

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