Pond Fountain
It shoots up straight at first,
the solar pump powering
a bright, smooth column of sheer
water. Then gravity begins to grip,
the sides ripple, glitter, and refract
before the edges crack. The column
swells, the risen water hanging quite still
for a moment imperceptible to the naked eye,
till, after its brief sojourn in the sky,
fountain-water falls to resting-water
with that pattering release
which over all the garden
throws a scent of peace.
Dominic Palmer grew up near Oxford, studied in Cambridge, and now lives in Manchester with his wife and son. His poetry has been published by or is forthcoming in several journals, including Blue Unicorn, Amethyst Review, and EGG+FROG. Having worked as an English teacher and a musician, he is soon to begin training for ordination in the Church of England.
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