Penned In Pensford

The Chew churns at its eddied stretch –
breakbursting, boundless force against
rock-anchored, branching debris, dropped
from th’bough that bore it up ‘n out
‘n o’er the bank’s land-limit (lapped
at by the coursing mirrored-sky) –
whilst flitflies flock in clouds above
the water.

Flight – sudden – flickers
upstream (“Look!”):
a heron.

Image credit – Bristol Post