Swimming in the Dordogne

[billy]

edit 1. Thanks Leanne.

At old Limeuil the Vezaire`s swell cold-shoulders the Dordogne, while i worked out where it was i still had to google the lim vez part
enough to force a confluence where two old rivers join.
The long cast heat from promised sun clears mists and midge in flight ;
and hirondelle from honeyed arch, erupt into the light. a great image
From shingled shores stout eucalypts, their sweet oiled breath exhale
and heavy lies the vapour on the Dordogne`s twisting trail.
She steps into the silky flow, on stones of warm goose eggs,
each algae-skinned in soft cat`s ears. Cool water shivers legs
and tendrilled, stretched, green tresses lightly brush on dappled loins;
as languidly she lowers herself... and swims in the Dordogne.

tectak
Limeuil, France 2012

i mentioned one great image in the body of the poem but there are lots. the rhyme was excellent and unnoticed, (except that i looked to see if it did indeed rhyme.) i had no trouble with the repetition of dardogne which i think worked really well. the meter is really good and i flowed through the poem like the lazy river. the last line wraps it up and puts an almost perfect poem (for me) to bed.

thanks for the read

good to see you back, it reads like you had a great time