Waterfall

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 …

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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

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first published in Apostrophe

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A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes