Category Archives: Poetry

A sense of place…

“The Severn was water, the water was mud
whose eddies stood and did not fill,
the kind of water that’s thicker than blood.
The river was flowing, the flowing was still…”

[Philip Gross: “Severn Song“]

River Severn @ Worcester. John Callaway 2015

River Severn @ Worcester. John Callaway 2015

“To the good ghosts of Worcester…”

“I lived here once…some 25 years ago
And today I walked your streets for an hour or two
Followed the river to Diglis
Sat and watched as time stood still…remembering”.

[JC: 15 February 2015]


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