Caught by the River

The Fragile: a poem by Meryl Pugh

22nd February 2018

Between moored hulls that knock together,

a cormorant: diving. It surfaces, flips under,

surfaces again. The opaque water

slaps the dockside, hides the cable ends.


Meanwhile, the city wakes up: car horn, shop shutters.

The children devise their Knock-Down Ginger, their Bulrush.

They grin in the street at anyone. Around them

the buildings fade out, rising from shadow to nothing.




Extracted from Meryl Pugh’s debut collection Natural Phenomena, published today by Penned in the Margins.

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