By Hodekin AOR
An iron grey sky drizzled cold grey rain
Whilst in the lake below
With the rain drip dripping from its long yellow beak
A grey Heron stood statue like by the water’s edge.
An immobile custodian of its roost amidst the reeds
Only his watery reflection dared move in the rain rippled lake.
Suddenly with an upward rush the statue sprang to life
All at once stillness gave way to motion
As inelegance gave way to beauty.
With each passing wing beat
Bold movement and bright colour tore into the cold greyness
And striving ever upwards, it rose with unshackled purpose
Into the teeth of an unyielding, unforgiving sky.
Majestic wings beating in measured precision
It soared and circled and glided
A monarch surveying its watery domain
A prince or prince’s cavalcading in royal splendour.
Then having exercised its regal right
The Heron swooping low
Regained its roost amidst the reeds.
Beauty had flown
Colour and movement dissolved into cold grey stillness.
For with the rain drip dripping from its long yellow beak
The statue had returned.