Sculling the Christiana
by L. Stewart Marsden
Cold and clear,
Bone-chilling if you’re near
But watching, not rowing
The rowers are going down and up
“Stroke, stroke, stroke”
The bloke with the megaphone
Calls and chides
As his free ride glides over mirrored water.
Feather, feather, feather your oars
Like sleek gliding geese;
Parallelled wings that dip and glide
All in stride, vertically astride;
“Stroke, stroke, stroke.”
Thinking, early, chilly, glassy, morn,
Swiftly borne in their sleek and light hull,
Culling back and culling forth;
A sun-neared morn
On the misty Christiana.
Day Ten of the National Poetry Month challenge to write a poem a day. Aboard the Kalmar Nyckel, early each morning and at the end of each day, Scullers from the University of Delaware practice their rowing skills on the Christiana River.