River Severns Watery Passions

A sexy river, love of landscape poem from my good friend Robin – well worth taking some time to read this!

Stroud Walking

A few years ago I found myself writing this poem about the river Severn or Sabrina in earlier records. It is a kind of full on erotic vision of my local river which I’m sure more people would admit to if we didn’t think we would be burned as witches or wizards.

Birth is the river.

Conception is the river.

Her sticky wet banks

seeded with moon pale elvers

surging in wriggling coital urge.

Sabrina orgasms with a rushing foamy bore.

The single minded wave

tears up and boils all

into Sabrina’s sexual frenzy.

Her waters throbbing

teeming with little fishes

oozing out in wild swirls across farmland and into our houses.

Infecting Gloucestershire’s population

with Sabrina’s springtide sex drive,

it drives the obliterating surrender of every animal to procreate.

For life’s call is absolutely naked

like flowers coming out.

Men and women step outdoors

To breath the air,

Oh…

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About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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