Wednesday, 10 April 2019

Day 10: Weather

Image result for petrol puddle

Today's prompt was to write a poem inspired by slang terms for weather. Got not one but two!

Rainy Season

This mizzle no more. 
Skift of words
turned into downpour, 
no more drizzle,
cats and dogs galore. 

Day teeming 
with inspiration. 
And the poems 
are bucketing down,
lashing, bouncing, 

stair rods from heaven
watering dry ground. 


Good Mixture

I was oil.
You were water. 
Unable to mix,
a ready disaster.

But together, 
the light we had
into iridescent delight -

miniature galaxy
of colour,
against the ordinary. 

What they would call
a 'petrol puddle'
and step blandly
on over. 

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