Poem 969 – The Kingfisher (The Ballad of the Wake cont.)

In murky Fenland waters lurkFine fish safe in the rushes,Amongst the reeds where warblers singAnd eels reign, the undisputed kings.Here kingfishers take to vibrant wing,To catch a fleeting flash of fin,Blazing iridescent sting,In unexpected ambush. I thought I’d add a stanza somewhere before yesterday’s, to give a Fen-foreshadow or reflection of Hereward ambushing those who … Continue reading Poem…