First of all I’d like to apologise that I haven’t posted a post in over a month, I was writing my poem to enter in the Foyle Young Poets Competition and this past week I was away in Prince Edward Island. For today’s post I’m going to show you a poem that I didn’t end up entering to Foyle but I want to share it anyway.
The Road
The borders of sight
are blurred
by the shadows of a flickering lamppost
and the rain
that gathers in my eyes.
A sillohette of a hooded man,
distorted like the streaks of light by the
falling rain.
An umbrella
hovering like a drop of ink
above her head.
A car
drives past creating a wave
of grit-flavoured soup.
It wets her legs but
her umbrella protected her.
His body was soaked but his head was dry.
And I was left wet in the rain.
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Great one. π
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Thanks so much! I love your blog, this made my day π
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Pleasure is all mine and thanks. π
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