A Small Bridge After Rain

[Alic Elliot]

A stone bridge drips a splish A splish sounds, to put it bluntly, rather silly. 
of mossy water.
Yesterday thunderheads drummed the fells;
high moors poured down.
The village leaked a limestone light.
The river pushed swans onto grey slate steps. I'm loving this imagery (Lines 3-6)
Today, trout are back in their pools.
Newly washed sheep graze between the clouds.
The small bridge, bounds from grassy sward
to shingle strand. Very nice use of consonance here.
I lean over to watch the sky swim beneath,
while like a wet dog, the bridge
rubs itself against my knees. Well, this is a bit of an odd comparison, but I get it.

Well, Sparky, this was overall a very nice poem. The imagery was great, the sonic devices. I usually hate to sing praise of poems, I'm not a choir girl and no poem is deity-like in the slightest, but this one is actually really nice in my opinion. Kudos.

Best, Alic.