Women’s Four

3 November 2016

Across the mercurial
river I saw
a women’s four row north,
a practice row,
followed by their coach’s boat,
coach acting as cox
through a megaphone.

Like an arrow tore the shell
through dusk,
past trees, agrieved,
autumn had taken
their Joseph’s coats of leaves,
and made shroud of them
spread upon the ground.

Like an arrow tore the shell,
north, silently,
the four women one
sleek stroking,
the mercurial river rowing with them,
rowing to autumn
through dusk falling,
falling.

Philip Kuepper
(27 October (2016)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s