A Poem a Day 2015 (35): Rain

Hi! Been to work and physio, and I'm knackered with a capital K, so here's a poem from the past. It's one of my favourites out of the ones I've written, and I published it in Kaleidoscope and Travelling Light (usually free). I was actually listening to Kate Bush when I wrote it. Cheers.

Rain 

She sits and dreams of making rain

In the dark, shadows dancing mimic

Colours of the aghast

Sights and sounds, murmurs

Still breathing

Watching over the edge

Of everything

The glass splinters into a million shapes

Cast in a myriad lights

Bright and sparkling, dancing

In the spring sun

Here, she dreams of making rain

It tears and crashes

Washing away the shards of glass

Splattering the colours rent

With droplets of ice-cold nothing

Cuts and caresses

Spikes of grass peeking through

Clouds gathering

Dust.

copyright Vickie Johnstone