Blue Moon

58) Floods

Constant rain splatter

and soft, soggy ground

under feet with soft, soggy

skies above feet,

with a dripping, draining

curl of hair in the corner of my eye,

slick on my cheek and dark chocolate

the wind whips tears from eyes

and mingles with rain water

Celeste in her rug

with her hooves in the mud

and her head tilted

and beside me sheltered

F6, F7, F8, F9

F12 is predicted for mid-week

and safe-to-say

we're all rather drowned

for now. Wellies

and raincoats, and ponds

where there was once no ponds

and rivers in the lanes

and seas in the roads

seaweed and pebbles in the sky

flying from an angry sea

-we're drowning methinks-

rain pelts my face, and glosses my eyes

rain rain rain

oh it is such a pain

I do wish it would go away

is it that much to ask

to see the sun one day?

rain, rain and a little more rain

waterlogged, soggy, squelchy

Celeste's lashes are dripping

I worry about her hooves

(thrush comes up in weather like this)

and the chickens

droop their tails

whilst the silkies' puffs

become spiked punk-rock style

the sky is a varying shade of grey

and the trees continuously sway

as gusts sweep them off their feet

and streams gush away.

(8th February 2014)