by Sally Aspden
Overnight, a lake
has sprung from nowhere
on the Severn floodplain.
A huge shining lake
complete with seagulls bathing.
Yet it hasn’t rained.
Some bewildered moments
until I twig:
Last night a full moon shone.
This morning’s tide
pulled by moon and equinox
must have bored upstream,
spilled over, receded,
gifting an entire lake
gleaming in spring light.
Sally attended one of our wildlife photography workshops when part of the planned route was flooded by the Severn bore. We love this poem she shared with us, beautifully capturing some of the magic of this great river.
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