The Moselle

Along the Moselle

A silver snake slipping between green hills

Red and white houses looking out over the water.

A flock of birds skim across the silent river

And time slows as we float past vine-covered slopes.

Regiments of ripening grapes line the terraces

And in every village a lego-like church spire

Points skywards – while we glide below a bridge

Linking each bank with structured elegance

Connecting in a swifter, busier way.




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I am a retired schoolteacher now writing novels in Worthing where I live with my husband. I record for the Sussex Coast Talking News (Voice of Progress) and am the publicity secretary for the Worthing Friendship Centre. I also give talks on my life and works to local groups.

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