The Fens, 1630s

Brian Swann

“Not to intermeddle at all with that which God hath wrought. . .”

                                         —William Camden, Brittania

Heavy damp blue smoke loses its way among bending reed and rill, from
heaps of turved hassocks, where they’ve readied land for ridging to curb flood
and purify the air, he says, though come fall of leaf it will be fen again. For now,bitterns boom, cow calls to calf, midges whine, mist catches on low bushes,
a thin cauling that covers causeways till the sun’s fist scatters it where mere’s
mist clashes against the sky Ely’s towers probe, glare-white. Facing the mere,on bare patches godwits caught in crown nets sit, silent, for market, catch a last
glimpse of rippling waves, a moorhen gliding in until her feet dig out a wake
pointing to cattle that hurry for a final watering before the drovers set them ona southward track. A blue heron’s fixed by his unblinking eye on the spot where
a fish leapt. If a wind could get on track it would still lack motive to move     anything,
even the feather that just fell, or the stalled swallow-tail. This all means watersmuzzled by the projector, not to run like froward beasts. So the Dutchman says.
Free rivers governed, water kept within banks, then, on bail, let go by careful     sluices,
caught and bridled, made to run in traces, common fens trapped, tamed by     engines,all to be land rich as before the Flood, foison for all, says he. But from the east,
a flash from the bank we’d burst, sluice and clow freed, bursts of blue where
flocks of teal skid in, dip necks, splash like fish, so water steals from light the waywinter turns water with sheer winds slicing straight from Muscovy that overnight
bring dead hand and killing fogs, time of hoar-frost fruits, water turned to
bone, world the essence it has ever been, cast still in the heart’s core.

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Brian Swann’s most recent books are Sunday Out of Nowhere: New and Selected Poems (Sheep Meadow Press, 2018) and a collection of short stories, Not the Real Marilyn Monroe (MadHat Press, 2018). Current manuscripts include another poetry collection, “William Blake and Space Travel,” and “Tsenacomakah,” a novel set in early-seventeenth-century Virginia. Another Log on the Fire: New and Selected Fiction is forthcoming from MadHat in 2019.

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