It must be all that rain endlessly spattering on to the skylight in my attic today that’s turned me sombre……


It was in deep shade wasn’t it,

that bank where spindly ferns

crammed the crumbling earth?

And there were random blades of grass,

high and coarse, but yielding to our touch.

Yes, I thought as much.

There were,

weren’t there?


There were trees

plastered against a smoking sky

and a splintered bench in shadow

where we shivered,

wondering why the touch of evening

made us groan like unfed cattle

on a stricken plane.


Looking back

was it worth it

our half-life

under a sky now throttled blue?

What damage did we do

you to me

and me to you?


About rhymebydesign

Mother, grandmother, mainstream poet and short story writer. Started off in life as a teacher, but then moved out of the classroom in to educational administration. Curious about what makes people tick, including my own tickings! I enjoy long walks, thought provoking books, theatre and leading a simple life. I offer a customised poetry writing service for any occasion you might like to mark. Contact me at rhymebydesign@hotmail.com for a quick quote.

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