Memory of Water





dawn on the wey-black & white


 Bare morning light.

Iron smooth water.


a fish breaks the surface.




About maskednative

I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
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6 Responses to Memory of Water

  1. Tom says:

    It amazes me that just two lines can lull one so much that a single word, “suddenly,” is startling. Very nice, thoughtful.


  2. …so nice, Teri…that last two lines, it is as if i am witnessing the scene…the mystery of the unexpected…reminds me of Basho’s haiku…


  3. arjun bagga says:

    It takes food for thought on the rod’s end for the fish to jump. Wonderful poem!


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