For June's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem 'The River' by Byron Beynon.
It is taken from his collection' Through Ilston Wood'.


Turner’s eyes would also
have seen this sliding,
muscular power,
the tumbling of light
onto a brassy,
slap of river.
The old and new converge here,
footholds of history,
the arresting mud and the excavating
work which never ends,
but stretches out
glowing with exhaustion.
A shimmering swell
on a journey of great weight,
the onlooking spiral
giddy with reassuring spirit.