I am standing on a disused iron bridge
that was erected in 1902,
according to the iron plaque bolted into a beam,
the year my mother turned one.
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And now he dives, disappears below the surface, and while I wait for him to pop up, I picture him flying underwater with his strange wings, .....touching expression. Beautiful poem.
I think of 1902 when workmen in shirts and caps riveted this iron bridge together across a thin channel joining two lakes where wildflowers blow along the shore now and pairs of swans float in the leafy coves. a very good poem.
while I wait for him to pop up, I picture him flying underwater with his strange wings, great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Let me quote from this beautiful poem- - - And now he dives, disappears below the surface, and while I wait for him to pop up, I picture him flying underwater with his strange wings, as I picture you, my tiny mother, who disappeared last year, flying somewhere with your strange wings, your wide eyes, and your heavy wet dress, kicking deeper down into a lake with no end or name, some boundless province of water.
An amazing write where the poet connects the year of construction of the bridge with his mother's infant days - - -the flow of life like water under a bridge- - - - -life appears and then disappears- - - Bridge connecting two lakes like a life span between birth and death.(Part-1)
As I read this stream of consciousness poem, I’m reminded of another by Charles Bukowsky that was PH Modern Poem of the Day recently. Charles’ was so idiosyncratic to me, led nowhere I could follow, and left me figuratively scratching me head. This one of Billy’s, rich with visual detail, ends by tying the whole together with poignancy and mystery. -GK
A touching poem for a mother! How the memory floods back and imagination adds to it!
poetry of imagination; with brilliant figures and metaphors. thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Bridge, ridge! Rusted railing. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I appreciate the poet for creating some lively images of that remote past- 1902 to be precise- when that Iron Bridge was erected and the poet's mother came into this world. Thanks a lot.
Nice write....The metaphors used makes the poem lively and imaginative...
Wonderful poem full of imagry and metaphors linking his mother to a place and time in a timeliness fashion. Bily Collins is a great poet.
A great emotional attachment with the iron bridge and memoirs connected with it brilliantly chronicled. Well deserved modern poem of the Day.