LOW FLYING... (My poem about Eyebrook Reservoir, Rutland...)

 Low Flying… 

(Eyebrook Reservoir, Rutland, 2013…)

Placid, silent,

The expanse of reservoir

Eked a channel

Towards insipid mists

And pastel trees,

Disturbed only by unhurried divers,

Querulous, flapping gulls

And fussing wagtails,

As a pale March sky watched its myriad reflections

Flatter, deceive, disturb, yet ultimately please…

I saw a swan then,

Flying low in a determined approach,

Heavy, foreboding and insidious.

I imagined a Lancaster then,

Flying low in a predetermined approach,

Heavy, brooding and invidious…

Pete Ray

Ate a meagre lunch alongside Eyebrook Reservoir, Rutland, where Lancaster bombers practised low flying for the ‘Dambusters’ raid of WW2…

And then a swan did just that, flying low along the length of the reservoir…