Mostly we see waterfalls from the outside, rarely do we get behind them, and what do we see when we do? For me there’s mystery, the chance of catching a glimpse of the imaginary lands of childhood, mystery, magic …
WATERFALL 
through the lens
of my waterfall
lies a world
hallowed
by childhood
possibilities
of new fairylands
sing behind
the falling curtain
intensified
by reaching fingers
to a geography
for seven-league boots
first published in Apostrophe
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes
