Black Rock Swamp

dirty old swamp
transformed
to a mirror

i ran little in you once
long before the rain
came

dark green river grass
flower filled stamens
and tangled paperbarks.

now sunset
fragments
sparkling

stagnant water
decaying
long rotting log

lumpy water
i found my bridge and reached it
will you?

© 2015 Melinda Irvine

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, poet, and blogger — writing slick sales copy for clients from all over the world. And blogging poetry. In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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