Patterns.
Sky patterns are forecasts.
Macaroon sky,
dark-ruffled and fluffed
like meringue pie
bruised by fierce oven.
Roan red twilight,
night-stained and greying
like grains of rye
drenched in mayonnaise.
Wind beaten shore,
brittle and mauve slaked
like bread long-stored
means storm on the way.
Such signs are warnings.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2021 03:05
- Comment from author about the poem: An Oldie now tweaked - but hope you enjoy.
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Comments6
I literally spent some five minutes
just dreamily gazing at that breath-taking picture
if you took that yourself, then I'm genuinely jealous!
thanks for sharing, dear Fay
I am well and truly ... both warmed and warned ..enjoyed to the bloomin hilt dear Fay ............ x
Good write Fay.
Blimey, I'm afraid to look in the fridge after reading that! Each time I hear a weather forecast I shall now imagine the metreologist forking through meringue for truths (TBH they might just as well be for all their inaccuracies).
Super picture - though it reminded me of a still they showed me from my last endoscopy.
OK so i've had my fun. I returned to the picture and taking each verse in turn saw your words repeated in the image before me. Quite amazing comparisons and quite quite accurate too.
How creative a mind you possess.
Those patterns can bring such delight and warnings to us Fay.
Andy
Beautiful write, Fay.
Fire in the morning sailors warning.
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