Rain On The Roof (Poetry)
27th January 2013
All night long the nimble feet of show-off rain
danced on the tiles above — a thundering mad mazurka
drummed a multitude of heels to impress the gutter
waltzed primly around the stiff-necked chimney stacks.
The music’s tempo rose and fell — short bursts full of noisy passion
then lulls for contemplation — soothing the sleepless dark
its pitter-patted rhythms rolling — reeling out the dream-
sequences the storm had learned by heart.
A marathon — with numbers dropping — thinned out near morning
slick timing lost to stumbles — cloudy-eyed and overhung
a weary drizzle soft-shoed giddily along the steep-ridged roof
shuffling now — bowing out to a smattering of applause — no encore
from the dripping dawn who saw it on its way with subtle blades
of sun
and the swampy lawn awash with too much proof
prohibition counters drought with flood —
just a gentle shower would have been enough.
danced on the tiles above — a thundering mad mazurka
drummed a multitude of heels to impress the gutter
waltzed primly around the stiff-necked chimney stacks.
The music’s tempo rose and fell — short bursts full of noisy passion
then lulls for contemplation — soothing the sleepless dark
its pitter-patted rhythms rolling — reeling out the dream-
sequences the storm had learned by heart.
A marathon — with numbers dropping — thinned out near morning
slick timing lost to stumbles — cloudy-eyed and overhung
a weary drizzle soft-shoed giddily along the steep-ridged roof
shuffling now — bowing out to a smattering of applause — no encore
from the dripping dawn who saw it on its way with subtle blades
of sun
and the swampy lawn awash with too much proof
prohibition counters drought with flood —
just a gentle shower would have been enough.