Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	A conversation between the Isis and the Cherwell
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	Isis: "My muscled eights and raucous coxes ride Splendid upon my swan-bedizened tide; Lock-keepers' lawns march primly to my brim, Where squealing boys and quacking mallards swim; My blazoned barges, thick with blazered oars, Creak ominously in their ancient floors, And Salters' steamers, packed and panting, say: 'This is the life: one long bank holiday'" Cherwell: My moorhens steer their chicks where whiskered voles Slip silent from their reed-enshrouded holes, Where brilliant purple-fingered loosestrife keeps Watch on its quivering image in my deeps, And arrowy kingfishers flash sudden jade And sapphire lightning through my tunnelled shade. Dance dragonfly; bud lily; whitethroat sing: 'This is the life: one long enchanted Spring'" Oxford Times, 5 January 1962