Egret

 

step-stepping along the shore,

delicate dancer, precise,

pauses, poised in the green pool

where grey mullet gather – 

 

then lunge, plunge, stab.

The surface surges – a single fish

 

silver-arcs the air, flicked tail

scattering diamonds, ripples

a ring of grace, twists

beyond the reach of rapier beak.

 

Instinct or intention,

if ever there was a time to leap

 

it was this –

opportune moment of fish.

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Pam Stocker lives in Rutland, England. She has been an English teacher, chaplain and therapist. Published in Orbis and Amethyst journals, Methodist Arts Journal, and Eunoia (forthcoming), she runs local writing workshop groups, and offers creative mentoring.  In her latest art/poetry collaboration, she and a colleague are taking liberties with three volumes of English Poetry. Milton’s Hell took a while to escape from. Website: www.pamstocker.co.uk

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