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This little poem is about my friend in Wivenhoe who loves kayaking more than anyone I know.

It is shaped like the river, and the verse in italics represents the woman in her kayak. The structure is kind of a deconstructed Quennet developed by Phil Terry from the University of Essex.


Pontoon altar

slipping off to birdsong

in a rocking motion

sewing secret inlets

seaweed increases

sloshing sensations

river transformation


I lie back on my kayak
and get a sense that
I am suspended,
pinned to the earth
watching the sky
fall away


a different perspective

dimming sunset

eyesight adjusting

glassy hypnosis

ticking tide

nothing permanent