The Falls in Flood

Yellowed curtains slam
down over the wall,
frothing and crashing,
their potential uncollected.

Time called long ago on the mill,
the rapids roar to the sea
beyond the great wheels
rusting on the lawn,
and more recent the plant’s
giant generators stilled,
dissected to museum pieces.

Past the mountain of coal
blotting the habourside,
the dwindling reserves
of our craving for easy energy.

The water churns on, waiting.


Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor based in Finland. Her poetry collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK.

Website: www.thistlewren.blogspot.fi

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