 | Local Knowledge
Local Knowledgeby John BeatonPart V: in the "Tight Lines" poetry series.
The Willow Pool is coming now. The tide is slipping backand cruising schools of sea-trout hang upon its ebbing lip.He marks a seal; it gulps a fish then slides back through the slackthat still envelops Farley's Ford where fly- ... read more |
| Close to Coho
Close to Cohoby John BeatonPart IV: in the "Tight Lines" poetry series.Morning
AdsenseI walk the beach by light of pre-dawn stars,discern the creek and track its shoreline swalealong a trace where rocks and gravel meetand shells lie still as ivory in graves.The tide is low and freshly off the ... read more |
| Wizardry
Wizardryby John BeatonPart III: in the "Tight Lines" poetry series.
Adsense
The pocket swirls in whorls of ruffled riffleflanked by funnelling flumes of race and runnelwhile fly-line dangles down the bouldered channel;it slaloms the shoulders where lissome waters caromand sparkling spangles ... read more |
| Little Beauty
Little Beautyby John BeatonPart II: in the "Tight Lines" poetry series.
AdsenseI gaze at river pebbles, a swaying leopard-skinthat’s brindled by the eddy-wrinkled sunlight,and hope to see a cutthroat, an inkling of fin;the water’s low, but even so a run mightbe lying there below the sheltering refl ... read more |
 | Above the Falls
Above The Fallsby John BeatonPart I: in the "Tight Lines" poetry series.Rockslides. Fields of boulders. Criss-cross deadfall —Snow-covered logs I tightrope-walk to gainthe river’s upper reaches. Here the headwallwill shield the sun by one o'clock. I strain Adsensemy eyes to see. The water’s lo ... read more |
