Grey

She stands among the grey scape with
So many muted colours inside her.
But today is a day of monochrome miasmas-
Of grey gulls that skim the pewter river
With wings that know such measures.

The greyness leeches her to the technicolour
World she knew long ago
Somewhere down the river.

A cauldron of rage wages above her
Filled with the bursts of brigands of
Grey restless beauty.

There's a rainbow now!

As it archly
Shows its palette she sees the separation
Appear ever nearer...
Above the rainbow is cobalt
Beneath it a merely flat grey.

Underneath her umbrella she enjoys
The puttered thwacks of soft water indenting
Thin fabric with a firework crack.
Suddenly she's back
Her shoes are black and her eyes are grey.
She wishes everyone was a million miles away.
She wishes everyone could stay.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-12-06 at 01:20

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Effective word-painting here. I really like the phrase "the puttered thwacks" that you use to describe the sound of heavy rain on a umbrella. I've thrilled at those sounds on many a rainy afternoon. Inventive vocabulary and establishment of mood and momentum make this very good work.
2009-02-18


Brian Oarr
I especially enjoyed the tone of this piece. Having lived for a number of years in the Puget Sound, I can well relate to grey days. From a million miles away, I bid you stay. :-)
2009-02-14


Rob Graber
I love the contradictorily ambivalent conclusion! Sartre said others are hell; but they are heaven as well, no?

PS: I believe line 15 needs "its."
2008-12-06