Dear Caught by the River,
My tweedy friend John Isaac put me on to this blog. Fantastic! As a long-time fan of Roger Deakin and Ronald Blythe, two fellow Suffolkians, I love it.
I thought you might enjoy this poem called Inside the Stepper. It is a revisitation of the John Betjeman poem ‘Trebetherick.’ – whilst he was a walker, I’ve been in love with Trebetherick for some time for the rare wave (daymer point) that breaks down the rocky estuary mouth. This poem is about the idiosyncrasies of this beautiful slice of England. Hope you enjoy it.
Inside the Stepper
The horizon painted sudden dark
Beyond the hallows; Doom Bar
The treachery a siren call
To watch the wane of springs
Teeth of Greenaway afright
And tease the naïve mariner
Then cast around the point itself
The sweep of supple webs
From end to end the Fishing Cove
Cautious for the catch-rock suck
Understudies clutching estuary sand
Salutes neath shadows of the mound