Controlling Ted

A knife hides in a flower

On Sylvia’s bed

The water from the Chilterns seeks the sea

It’s nature is to gather into streams

United it becomes potent and free

And fulfil at last its masochistic dream

An old millstream runs down with happy sounds

The energy unused wets Abbey grounds.

I see the cottage gardens and the cat

Cornflowers blue, untidy, wàter rats

The sound of running water pleased my soul

Ambleside the Stepping Stones the whole