September 22nd 2020 : The Slack Tide

Nene 

brim full

an early morning

sunlit spell

no high no low 

no power to pull.

A sea becalmed

 a river with no flow

so still and still

and silent soft

and all the water 

innocence.

No tide

 no time 

but 

all was equal

 for a while

We held

a balance

 in the Nene 

this day of Summer's end

 

September England 2020: Song of the Wheat

 

Song of the Wheat  

Lincolnshire rain 

in dyke and in ditch

has ruined the wheat

and blackened the husk

the wheat which said wheat

and us us us 

wheat wheat wheat 

and us us us 

stands silent now

dark mauve

so still

mildew and damp spores 

and mouldy kernel

But I heard it once 

fresh rustling free

whispering it's name 

to the sky and to me 

wheat wheat wheat 

and us us us 

wheat wheat wheat 

and us us us 

William Blake: Mildew  Blasting Ears of Corn