The first sign was the flash
that lit your face; the muffled
crash that had us clattering cutlery
on plates; the dash for the car.
You were in the driving seat. I didn’t know
how you could see the road beneath
the rising tide. The whining of wipers
left me blind. Once home,
I ran upstairs to press my nose against
the panes of glass, made circles of steam.
Uprooted seedlings – magenta neon –
painted the sky in shades of bubblegum.
The rain drummed its final solo.
In the held breath of silence that followed
the sky glowed a bruised yellow,
holding me still in a crackling cocoon.
Something crashed to an unseen floor
pounding the boards with fists of rage
so I laid down and prayed
though unsure what for.
Wow that is powerful Carole! There is a great urgency about the beginning. I was sad for the uprooted seedlings, and awed by the magenta neon.
Loved the “breah of silence” and the “crackling cocoon”. One of your best.
Thank you, Sue. 🙂
Carole, this is just perfect. I love it.
You should have submitted this somewhere, not published it here. Are you going to try it in the Mslexia poetry comp? You should. It is very very good.