remembering our smiles as a stranger
froze us in time on that sunny Shrewsbury day.
The sun kissed our untroubled brows,
swans and their brood rested on an island
in the middle of the meandering blue Severn
as pink blossom floated down like snow.
But now I have come here alone,
the island is nowhere to be seen
for the Severn is in a menacing mood
threatening to spill over the banks,
bruise-coloured sky full of venom.
I recall with sadness that special day,
stare at her face a million miles away.