Billowed darkness emptying itself in sheets of steely rain
She caught up with the moment so her head could catch the tangles
But still she whirled away because the stutter of the weather
Metronomed into her brain
The window trapped the swirling iron clouds but still,
It held reflections of the flick’ring spineless suns that bathed her empty coffee shops
In whiskey light just after dark.
She tapped a rhythm on the glass that caught up with the dancing drops
To let her fingers flutter aimlessly upon the cold pane with the hot rain
A quick, erratic pace that halted at the jagged edges of the seam
The crack, the tear in double-glazing that had ripped all time and space
Her hasty heart pumped her limp arm into a rippling blow
Sending shards of spinning rainbows waltzing under drips and drops more than three-four
And letting in a waterfall
That entered drop by faithful drop
Til laying in a pile of fractured light and fallen stars she learnt to sleep
By just feeling the thumping of a bright-red beating heart
And drinking up the static air that whispers through our lungs
She felt a drop of slow, soft, silver rain before the tranquil curved her mind
Stillness tasted much more sweet, memory and thought left far behind.
- Welcome! I am a fifteen year old girl from the UK, who has been writing stories and poems ever since she could lift a pen and wants to continue writing until she can't pick one up anymore. On this blog I post mainly the poems that I've written, but also short works of fiction and sometimes ranty blog posts - although I try to keep the latter to a minimum ^_^ Enjoy your visit!