Sava Bohinjka/Spirit River #poetry

Sava Bohinjka
Spirit River
silver rivulets
run down the length
of your broad-channelled spine;
and if your waters were your eyes
forever changing colour
they’d be emerald green,
blue Aztec-tourquoise:
brighter far than mine.
Until after a snowmelt
they would suddenly cloud over,
glaucomic, cataracted by
invasive minerals
then would I listen, spellbound to your
water-whispered secrets
your friend and only confidante
where winter water falls
and if you chose to share with me
your ancient water-wisdom
I would need no other bible, nor
any religion else.

© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved

Written for dVerse

Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar tonight, and she’s asked us to use personification and/or imagery in our poem. I have tried to use both, though I have a natural talent for neither! I have personified one of my favourite rivers, the Sava Bohinjka in Northern Slovenia.

Also linking up with Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #53.

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  1. Oh my this is absolutely stunning, Ingrid 😀 I so love; “and if your waters were your eyes forever changing colour
    they’d be emerald green, blue Aztec-tourquoise.”💝💝

  2. A river for all seasons indeed, Ingrid. I love the lines:
    ‘…if your waters were your eyes
    forever changing colour
    they’d be emerald green’
    and
    ‘then would I listen, spellbound to your
    water-whispered secrets
    your friend and only confidante’.

      1. I know the feeling from the summers when tourists flocked the Broads. Better to stick to the little dykes and cuts around here,

  3. great shot with that spray and your personification is often how I feel about bodies of water … they are life giving and soothing! Like the idea of sharing whispers and wisdom …

  4. I appreciate your appreciation of the holiness of the river. All answers may be found there. Enjoyable to read your perspective on it, Ingrid, and I love the photo with the mystical mist.

  5. Lakes are languid, but rivers are alive, sometimes raging and rock-strewn, sometimes lazy with deep.green eddies and swimming holes. Your personification and imagery are excellent. I am the River it seems, ever slowing before I meet the sea.

  6. If only the Spirit River would impart its ancient wisdom! This was a beautiful read, flowing as pleasantly as the river.

  7. and if you chose to share with me
    your ancient water-wisdom
    I would need no other bible

    Its waters must have gone through a lot in different times. It holds many emotions and secrets not known readily. Great word craft Ingrid!

    Hank

  8. Ahhh…. sweet sweet heaven!

    “spellbound to your
    water-whispered secrets”

    Sigh…. love. Really beautiful Ingrid xoxo

  9. Ingrid, you have uniquely described the wisdom found in an everchanging river. A peaceful and powerful scene you have recreated. I love this poem. I remember thinking similar thoughts when I sat next to, then traveled 75 miles down the Rogge River in Oregon.

  10. Ingrid, All of nature has a spiritual quality for me, but especially water. It speaks to me. Your photo is lovely with the soft greens and the rising mist. What better place to confide your secrets? The river will never betray your confidence. 🙂 Have a great weekend!

  11. Your river is beautiful as is your poem…. A wonderful repose for the soul.
    I liked this line…
    then would I listen, spellbound to your
    water-whispered secrets

  12. Lovely piece Ingrid – and the shape of the lines – narrow here and then wider and then narrow again, matches the river’s course. Great photos too – that’s a wonderful river in all its aspects.

  13. What a stunningly beautiful poem. I sat by a river during the week and thought I would like to write a poem but the words didn’t flow. You have written the poem I felt at the time. Thank you,

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