'The heron fishes in the tide . . .' Photo: Dudley Carr / flickr CC
The Heron
'The Heron' by Martin Raven
by Martin Raven
16th March 2012
The heron fishes in the tide
With cans and crisp bags at his side
I watched him fishing in the place
where tide and river interface
Midst mud and oil and salt and slime
Patiently he takes his time
Diesel oil cans ebb and flow
Producing colours I don’t know
Where rusting trolleys hang with slime
He catches fishes in good time
Diesel fumes invade the air
Our heron does not seem to care
A sewer passes near his chest
His toes he slowly and adroitly stretch
Avoiding rust and broken glass
that mingle in with rush and grass.
