In murky Fenland waters lurk
Fine fish safe in the damp,
Amongst the reeds where warblers sing
And eels reign, the undisputed kings.
Here kingfishers take to vibrant wing,
To catch a fleeting flash of fin,
Blazing iridescent sting,
In unexpected ambush.

I thought I’d add a stanza somewhere before yesterday’s, to give a Fen-foreshadow or reflection of Hereward ambushing those who thought they were hidden and secure in their attempts to catch him.
(11.08.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash