Maghera Falls
After the rain
The creamy waters
Mist
and bounce noisily
Over slimed black rocks.
Escaping streams find new paths
To explore uncharted ways
Down.
Past hanging gardens
of green moss.
Down
To peat-coloured pools.
Where summer sedge springs up
By granite slabs.
And frothy cappuccino bubbles
Race past each other
To fill the sparkling paths of blue.
Down to a western ocean.
I enjoyed the lovely poems and photos..Hanging gardens of green moss...they can be really nice to view..
ReplyDeleteCascading water.. is there a more intense music ever? And there is a sense of beginning.. before the water heads to the ocean.
ReplyDeletesounds like a beautiful place just to enjoy nature...the allusion to cappuchino made me smile...
ReplyDeleteoh i love waterfalls...the freshness and energy... frothy cappuccino bubbles.... such a great image...
ReplyDeleteIn your words I can visualize the water's downward path, swirling bubbles and all. This is a soothing poem, like a babbling brook.
ReplyDeleteReally descriptive well written write with your phots.
ReplyDeleteso glad that you like the photos...I've just been accepted into another art festival with some that I took on that trip...excited!
DeleteNice to hear from you on my blog today Gerry - and to know you are still there - I suspect that you have little time to blog these days.
ReplyDeleteI like the movement here, Geraldine. From your poem, I hear the water gushing and flowing in its course.
ReplyDeletethankyou for that...a day to remember!
DeleteLovely fluent writing here Geraldine - I'll be back for more, for sure.. With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeletethankyou Scott...words and lines have to flow and roll and I dont always manage that...so thankyou !
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