Rain (from Kaleidoscope)

  

I didn't write any poems today, so here is one from Kaleidoscope. 

 

 

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. Published in Kaleidoscope, 2011