Obsessing and moaning about the weather is one of our great British traditions; on a par with tea drinking and eating fish and chips. A survey conducted by Tetley Sunshine Tea in 2017, found that British people spend…
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.