Tag: Rain

Epitaph

Back to the shoreline, you stroked

with reverent fingers, weathered

wet and cold between the eyes

 

My sisters came and picked my bones

 

Caused salty scratches to the skin

A public nakedness for all to see

Soon forgotten as the earth passed

 

Beggar’s Barm

Two words for rain unveiled a season in rural life.

Juno revealed she was married, where was her ring?

On a blashy day, she showed her face, hid froth

Collected from runny streams in summer showers.

 

Month by month another piece was exposed.

Some parts left obscured by the sun,

Others turned back into their own shadow.

I would love to be the girl she has become.