I consider myself very lucky to live in the beautiful Swan Valley area of Perth, Western Australia.  One of my favourite places to visit was introduced to me many years ago by my sister-in-law.  That place is Bells Rapids Park, Brigadoon where during the Autumn and Winter months the banks of the Swan River swell to engulf the trees and vegetation that are normally part of the river bank walk.

In August of this year my husband and I decided to take a walk to celebrate our joint birthdays and armed with iPhones attempted to capture nature at her best and the raw power that is felt here.  My usual poetry style is rhyming, but on this day a free form style seemed more appropriate.

This visual poem is dedicated to my sister-in-law, Sharon Clark for her love of this  beautiful and inspiring place.

Bells Rapids

Bells Rapids

Powerful rolling amber waves

caress the ancient stones

embedded in the riverbed

rich frothy foam collects

embracing resident trees

as new life springing from the banks

carpet the ground with thick luscious grass

 

Ruddy red and slate grey rocks

carved into cubes by nature’s hand

stand silently proud keeping sentry

as watery torrents rage in the deep valley

minuscule houses teeter on the brink

pushing hard to capture a safe glance

of the perfection of the rapids below

© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2018 Expression #220 15.9.16

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