26 May 2019

By Philip Kuepper

Warriors’ oars
is the image
that rows itself,
unbidden, into my mind,
the oars standing upright
against the red shed,
as though spears waiting
to be grasped hold of
by Masai tribesmen,
oars to do battle with
the riotous
river whipped up
to a froth by the approach
of the storm.

(20 May 2019)