Don't hide from winter rains,
don't cower behind doors!
Let raindrops
scatter on your face and
tangle in your hair,
let rain cool your fingers,
may it slide down shoulders
till they shine!
Walk out into fields,
stretch your arms and turn-
Breathe!
Breathe whole circles of
rain-stained colours,
breathe mists dancing
from balding crop fields!
Share the air the foxes breathe,
foraging in the rain.
Laugh!
Jump puddles!
Dodge ballooning drops
as they ambush from
breeze-blown branches,
tramp squelched leaves
packed dank on badger trails.
Look!
Catch a flash of deer butt
disappearing, see wayward drops
as they begin to tilt
from skeletons of bracken
long browned.
See people hurry,
scuttling home to hide,
holding hats, dodging
puddles once smashed,
stamped, loved, splashed.
And if rain rages,
watch it hammering,
hear it roar!
But when raging stills,
may rain dance on your hood:
gentle fingery rhythms
will help you comprehend
rain has been much libelled.
Don't cower behind doors:
feel, breathe, walk, laugh-
don't run, don't rush for home!
Let raindrops
scatter on your face and
tangle in your hair-
don't hide from winter rains!
8 comments:
Irena, this is brilliant. I remember your reading it out at the group, and it's nice to be able to see it in print. The way it's arranged is so interesting; it reminds me of how Val lays out her poems. Wonderful imagery; so many great descriptions -- you should be a professional poet!
Alex
Thankyou very much Alex....much appreciated....I really don't know about poem layout, its just how it comes, maybe I should think about learning about that, knowing more is always something that brings better writing I find. This poem was an unplanned bit of inspiration from a walk, though of course I ve revised it since. I hope you will like the icy poem which will be posted another time, its attached to a prose memoir about seeing a badger plus two more poems which are different- badger and lurcher songs. Thanks again
Sounds interesting! I like lurchers -- anything half-greyhound is all right by me! I always like to read woodland-themed poetry, particularly ones that feature badgers or foxes.
Alex
🙂🙂🙂fab . The badger encounter is part of my lurcher memoirs 💔💖
Recommend "Hunters Moon" by Gary or Garry Kilworth if you haven't read it, its about foxes. It's available on Kindle 🦊
I love this poem Irena, so joyful, it makes me want to go walking in the rain (which I often do) and it's always a pleasure, as long as I am warm and wrapped up for it. Rain always looks much more daunting from within but once outside and experiencing the feel of it, it's lovely, especially when it is mild
Thankyou Jennie, much appreciated 🙂 I do experience joy when out walking, lime a second childhood!
Thanks, Irena; I've just googled "Hunter's Moon" -- I thought it was going to be a poem! I'll get a copy of it soon; I prefer hardcopy, though.
Irena, your comments are great,
And we've had quite a lengthy debate
In limerick form (though that isn't the norm) --
Yes, it's been such a good tete-a-tete.
Alex
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