Castle Coot

by Aidan Andrew Dun

coot royal

Over there
under willows
a black aquatic
in her castle
on the water
battlements of twigs
defending precious
Easter eggs
from terrible
possibilities of life
while husband-
as-gunship patrols.

Even Elizabeth
in magnificent
Windsor is not
so regally seated
as this mother-to-be
on Hampstead Ponds
gazing down a rampart
made from sprigs
woven flotsam
to where silver
ripples turn gold
when the royal sun
shows his face.