Stratford Mums

This week’s poem, Stratford Mums, was inspired from watching swans and cygnets on the River Avon back in 2015. It was first published in Sarasvati Magazine.


Scarlet and gold maples, wave either side
of slow wrinkled water.
A mother with five murky young
paddles up and down.

She stops, long neck bent
into ‘C,’ nuzzles
snow plumage
to rub her coat clean.

Head lifted, she stretches
towards puffed clouds,
buckles wide wings, stands
on tiptoe, quivers,

swings backwards,
signals cygnets
to follow in line,
swims up the Avon,


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