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Dawn Potter: Epithalamion for Grendel

Cordgrass slashes rents into the wind, 

but I am waiting for my lover at the river. 

Close the floodgates: the tide is high 

and the one I love is mud and reeds, 

.

yet I am waiting for my lover at the river.

He strides into storms, he wades into pools of silt,

for the one I love is mud and reeds

and my hands long to cup his jagged face.

.

He strides into storms, he wades into pools of silt.

A scatter of fishes gathers in his wake. 

My hands long to cup his jagged face 

as herons bow to him in the saltmarsh,

.

as a scatter of fishes gathers in his wake.

Close the floodgates. The tide is high. 

Herons, bow to him in the saltmarsh.

Cordgrass, slash rents into the wind.


Copyright 2019 Dawn Potter

3 comments on “Dawn Potter: Epithalamion for Grendel

  1. Alex Josephy
    August 10, 2019

    This is beautiful. I love the wild, salty tone, and it’s made me look up other epithalamions. Thanks so much for posting.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Leo
    July 29, 2019

    My favorite poem that I’ve read in a while; revives feelings that need to be constantly nourished and on our minds.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Maureen E Doallas
    July 29, 2019

    Wonderful poem, Dawn.

    Liked by 1 person

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