Waters…
The sea rolled and roared
over rocks in Winter nights
lay still in bright Summer days
for children to bathe and play in
A spring- not as you see here
which soaks up out of white gravel
in the bog among red fly-catchers
pink bottle-heath and white-orchis
But a real North-country limestone
fountain where heathen fancied
nymphs sat cooling themselves
the hot Summer’s days – shepherds
peeped at them from behind the bushes…
© Andrew Wilson, 2023
This is a found poem with words derived from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley. The title – Evolution, is because Kingsley was a naturalist around the exciting time when the work of Wallage and Darwin were revolutionising the worlds of science, geology and biology and there will be found poems that reference this aspect of the tale. But so far, the finding of poems has been more like the method for refining poems since Kingsley writes very lyrical passages anyway…
The image is derived in Midjourney.
This series was inspired by my friend Misky over at It’s Still Life who has been producing a series of Found Poems…