A salmon, glistening, unexpected,
in silver breastplate armour, unprotected,
rose from the unseen other realm, breathed
once upon this August mirror, ecstatic
at the vision found there, arched, brief
in sunlight – beneath the river, disappeared
just as the bells of St. Lawrence
pealed the final quarter tones of the hour,
concentric circles on air and water
We spoke in exclamation of this stunning creature,
both fleeting and forever; the Coquet
rent and sealed again, two realms with, dare I speak it?
I sign and dot this with ellipses…
one evening, late September.
(image: The Coquet, Warkworth, Northumbria. August 2022)