The Rising Tide
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- Written April 2025
Covering the beauty of the mud
Soaked by a multitude of sins of the past,
Bringing the leftovers of yesterday's litter,
Rippling the edges of the estuary
But leaving the edges clear
To mirror what's presently there:
Fronded seaweed
Spliced rope.
Decaying wood,
Rusting anchors,
Dilapidated craft
Crumbling brick,
While the tide refloats the craft resting
From leisure and livelihood,
With fears of flooding
But hopes of buoyancy,
And a future that's even better than today.
Wivenhoe, Essex
April 2025.