The Impossibility of Worthington lakes


Let’s say I was there.

For work.

In a hotel near three reservoirs for Wigan.

Let’s say I slipped out back on an unexpected walk,
on a circular path, all I saw were three men
– two old, one young (ish)

Walking widdershins counter to my clockwise,
just them and the grey heron, winging twice,
some ducks, some trees, the lakes themselves

And that’s it, a shallow topography of a place not mine
But all that is not exactly true, not really
Them’s mere selective highlights – flâneur flannel

There was much else of course, so much un-noted,
unobserved and edited, outfall pipes and fallen apples,
Mulching leaves gone missing

Sycamore, Beech and Oak,
a million drop offs, with a tumbled hiss
of water running off

Draining ditches edging fields, things beneath,
unseen, blackbirds fussing at dusk
Signs warning not to fish or swim

Deep water, discarded drinking flask,
Leaking empty plastic bag and can and carton
Too much to calculate too many things to miss


On a speculative jaunt around a reservoir, in Standish,
Still they come: bramble, briar, a choice of path,
explanatory signs spell history

An iron fence running, long pipes, buried and emerging
– the industrial architecture of 19th century water,
jumbling rocks, not your stepping stones,

Ferns, a golf course, a folly and in Arley Woods,
The wrinkled skins of November oaks
accompany a fingerpost to somewhere off:

Red Rocks, the lake or the Leeds Liverpool canal
You makes your choice, on dark afternoons like these

Not to mention the rot, the damp, the wind, the light,
The inability to detail the details
As a snapshot of partial remembrance

In a place unknown to me,
Here is the impossibility of everything

Here’s Worthington Lakes,
 I think




6 thoughts on “The Impossibility of Worthington lakes

  1. “In a place unknown to me,
    Here is the impossibility of everything”

    Inspiration indeed. A good poem and fine photographs that are – yes! – richly evocative. A couple a intrigueing. Altogether well done.

    Liked by 1 person

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