A second flood
Retraced the first,
Floating debris,
Memories hurt.
By the third,
I ran for miles,
Through copse
And dirt;
Levy bursting,
Cells submerged.
I resurfaced,
Alone, inert.

Zebra Shepherdess

A shepherdess of zebras,
Zebras in a herding pen,
Stranded on an islet formed
By shore-floods pummeling.

You aimed a fledgeling flintlock,
A padlock by the bullet flouting;
You tamed the angles: direct shot!
And the terrible herd redoubted.

That zeal of equine, dark stampede,
Snorting snouts the swell I feared,
Before their loss where lobsters breed;
Into fury, disappeared.

Perilous storm-force seizing Lundy,
The foals and younger surely drown;
While elders by the waves outrunning,
Horses white held zebras down.

Yet you were calm beside me,
Discerning augur of the end;
The first, then all, burst through the water,
To where a winding river bends.