Too Long.
Too long hangs rain in our valley.
Sky's clouded face drizzles cracked patterns
over sown ground
while half-grown plants face wilt-hazard.
Too long has water earth-wronged.
Makes mud by changing each leaf to sponge
that sucks out green to
leave brown where verdant belongs.
Small lakes rise in the hedgerow-rose.
As tears of lime run down from hilly meadows
sad rinsing brings whispers
of wet killing by un-seasonal cold.
Too long wet feathers shudder and droop.
While across far horizons a fox runs foodless
as damp cubs look for sun
and prey broods in flooded hen-coop.
Too long a chill has made harvest weep.
Thatched cottages drip in the village street,
trees bleed moss and weight
burdens the thick-coated sheep.
Swathed in neglect flags every garden.
Knee-deep in unattained tasks the farmyard
sprouts idle days as folk bide
time waiting for signs of drying to start.
Too long hangs rain in our valley.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2018 04:55
- Comment from author about the poem: A re-post as requested -- wrote this lament a few months back.
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Comments6
A fine write Fay.
It was written after a very wet spell - and now we seem to getting another - thanks O..
Like a good curry it's matured with the repost - such a great work Fay
Ha -- - so true about the curry and pleased you think this one has matured too Michael. Thanks a lot for your comment.
A forlorn picture Fay - it very much brought to mind a cold, wet day in March on the horse farm one year when the entire barn had flooded - all the stalls were liquid sawdust and manure and we spent the cold, cold day using buckets to get it all out. The horses stood with their heads down - it was miserable..........
You pen a similar picture of wet and cold conditions dear Lorna - like our village too much rain made things miserable and I do feel for the poor horses in their flooded stalls. A appreciate you sharing another forlorn time and hope by now all things are dried up for the horse farm.
Simply beautiful. Reminds me of a hours long train ride from Edinburgh to Chester in the rain through the highlands. Wonderful write!
Ah Trystan those northern train journeys are often besmirched by highland rains - - thanks for sharing those remembered hours after reading the poem and glad you found beauty inside the lines.
Very beautifully written, Fay! And while I write this comment, I look out the window and see rain clouds, rain, and everything wet!!! Perfect poem for a perfectly wet day!
Well fancy the weather outside your own window reflecting the poem Fred - - ah - at least we can share the feel of rain's power to keep us inside at times eh - - thanks my friend for this encouraging comment.
Very good write Fay and the imagery is wonderful. I do hope the rain stops soon and the glory of Spring comes to the valley.
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