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September 2017, vol 13 no 3

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Diana Webb

Not drowning but . . .

For a long while our river has lain shallow, stretches of stones on its bed exposed. Now after rain the riffles run free again offering their intangible liquid sculptures to the eye. You could paint Ophelia here.

from the cracked willow
a sudden gleam of leaf
turns kingfisher