Edwin Brock

(19 October 1927 – 7 September 1997 / Dulwich / London / England)

Tas In March - Poem by Edwin Brock

White on dark water, so stark
I leave my binoculars behind
and watch with bare red eyes
two swans, taut with sexuality,
stretching their necks
alternately side by side.

They are early: colour is
still to come to bone-dry rushes
and trees bank black strangling

their green. It is a hard wedding:
sharp brambles and ivy-covered
stumps hunch and hug;

sleet pokes the surface from
a blank neutrality, to come back
spitting with all its mouths.

Roused, the spread wings
beat their own storm towards
the north, wind against wind.

Somewhere in all this a small
heat is held, like the hope
of a cold man drowning.


Comments about Tas In March by Edwin Brock

  • Gold Star - 5,675 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/15/2014 4:16:00 PM)

    animal passion runs hot and cold.. good descriptive poem (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 879 Points Leslie Philibert (8/15/2014 7:58:00 AM)

    a fine poem; well written from, I expect, a established poet.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,921 Points Babatunde Aremu (8/15/2014 5:29:00 AM)

    Nice write laced with wonderful use of imagery. I like it (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,363 Points Douglas Scotney (8/15/2013 7:37:00 PM)

    Wilfred Owen in the frozen trenches: ' I was kept warm by the ardour of life within me. I forgot hunger in the hunger for Life.' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Barb Mcavaney (8/15/2012 4:44:00 PM)

    a good write there must of been quite a storm (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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