Wonderful poetry and prose has flowed from your pens as we have walked along the Wyre river.

Wyre Sprung

 

Slantwise, sunlight beams a spring greeting,

blazing a trail

into cold-hearted winter,

stabbing in ritual remedy,

a letting for new life;

stirring this dusty-dry, sunken-slow sleeping world

out of its lethargy

into dancing green generation. 

Sweetened by showers,

hawthorn and campion burst into confusions of joy,

bluebells and daffodils ring out,

blossoms float on wind-tide resuscitation,

the blanched rime of sickness thrown off

in a flash,

in this flush of timely fresh fever.

Welcome quick-coursing spring

to the banks of the Wyre.

 

Steve Rowland

 

Impermanence

 

Brine slushed sand dancing,

sensual sea swirl. Turning
  tide leaves hard, flat plain.

 

                 Heather Taylor

      Water

   Water’s   whirlpools  waves  weave

     The  River  Wyre with  the

        Salty spraying Irish sea

           Foaming  fizzing

             Flowing  ever

               Northwards

                  Ever free.

                   Anne  Ward

 

 

 

Release the Sea

 

Tide brushes empty shoreline

With an unspoken whisper

Shroud of night falling

Only sound colours the dark

 

Alone on a sandbank

The sea witch casts circle

Sirens rising to her summons

A seal baying to the moon.

 

Barry McCann