for two days hearts rained
they came down steadily
no overflowing gutters
a saturating throb an ultrasound
some closed doors and windows
others recalled things
a chocolate mousse
a puppy licking faces
the first broken love
a child’s hand
a pulled curtain and daylight
the nod of a bearded iris
a joy in a promise
by then it was Monday morning
a sticky red mess went smelly
hoses were turned on
big brooms pushed back
the streets were empty and proper
it was normal it was safe
a rainbow of oil slick
how far can a tear fall?
all the way through a sob
as far as a one-way apology
Great magical fable with a sharp realist wrench.
ReplyDelete(could I humbly suggest 'for two days it rained hearts' ...?)
Yes it does read better that way I think. I had it like that and changed it on posting. Not sue why now, something in my head about a hard rain!
Deletemaybe we should do a day-by-day
ReplyDeletepolitics in poetry blog?
the rule would be that yd have to connect in some way - in any way - with events of the day
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Could we keep up? I'd give it a go.
DeleteA psephologist gets up one morning and decides to visit the zoo...
ReplyDeleteshe studies the entrails
ReplyDeleteshe studies the poo