Changing.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Changing.

 

Macaroon sky,
white-ruffled and fluffed
like meringue pie
rising in oven.

 

Roan-streaked twilight
night-stained and greying
like grains of rye
simmered in gravy.

 

Cloud-domed above
changing and crusted
like boiled parsley duff
not stirred well enough

Wind-beaten shore
cheesy and mould-slaked
like bread long stored
means storm on the way.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2019 02:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: A fun-look at weather signs - - hope you enjoy.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Your colourful words take me to that place. I like Stilton as well. LOL.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Stilton it is then when you next see a wind-beaten beach dear Andy - - thank you kindly for joining in my bit of fun.............

    • dusk arising

      I thought that lot was just last night's supper the missus left int'oven cos i came home late last neet.
      Rekkon as theres a storm a brewin reet enough.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Well - 'would be a reet 'ammerin' if that wind-beaten beach got any mouldier D.A, - - thanks so much for tasting my fun-look at the changing sky.

      • orchidee

        A tasty write Fay. I don't fancy the mouldy bread though!

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thank you for tasting my fun-write dear Orchi.

        • Neville

          seems to me you have a full house there Fay...
          I would shout bingo and get outa there before that storm breaks and the squid ink risotto boils over and gets too lumpy.....

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ha ha - - you see even more than I do in that mackerel sky my friend - thank you most kindly for tasting my fun-write on changing cloud-pictures.

            • Neville

              I love that old Daphne du Maurier quote Fay.. and I think she may have written it not far from where you are....

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            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              ANGELA HERE (10am Tuesday) - No Clinic til 2pm so I can catch up on MPS. Brian & I love Nature & Clouds etc so it rang a BELL ! The Maoris use Clouds a lot to forcast the Weather etc. I loved the Nature Fest with you - beautiful visual metaphores ! Cloud merangues - Sky grits 'n gravy - Cumulus smothered in Parsley Sauce & a Gorganzola Shore - AMEN !

              Blessings & Peace & Joy
              Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

              • Fay Slimm.

                Thank you for tasting all my fun-words on cloud-changing patterns dear Angela - do hope they gave you a smile.



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