Mervyn Linford - Poet   


Crow (River Crouch - Creeksea)

The crow hangs on the salt wind:
over the seawall - over
the slap of waves.

He hangs like a black kestrel:
a fallen angel - a contrast
to the blue sky; the white horses.

His pinions splay above
the seablite and the purslane -
splay like the spread of fingers

in a gloved hand; a piratical
gesture staying the forceful tide.
How he rides the wind

on invisible stirrups - takes to the reins
of the glittering air and canters
into cumuli and sunlight.