Netting silver wyver-fish
In a wyvern stream,
Through Malvern Hills and
Mendips, on to Glastonbury.

Her comet’s tail is halcyon,
At river’s end serene;
Salmon’s grey, come what may,
She flew above the dene.

When I woke in Maundy thirst
My palms were bare and old;
The wyver-fish had flown away,
A photograph is cold.

3 thoughts on “Wyver-Fish

  1. Wow! Straight up for the tale/allegory and ending. And it feels as if it’s from a famous classic poetry collection. I feel like every time you write, I have to re-organize my favorites list… Truly: love this one (too!).

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