It's grumbling mumbling upstairs all day:
The odd-job men are rolling the wine and oil drums
Past the front and rear doors that all sway
So there'll be space enough for kids, dads and mums.
Intermittent flourescent streaks - the lights are faulty!
Call the electricians to put things in order.
Hurry up, man, take with you the car key.
Ah, the tap's leaking - bring too the plumber.
What's that thundering bang on the marble floor?
Oh, someone's tripped and hit the ceramic tank;
The water's overflowing, seeping through the door.
Call the housekeepers to mop every flank.
The water has surged and rolled over the parapet.
This evening get your brollies or get wet.
A contest entry
- rain by checkmate.
800 points, ended October 9, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A fanciful poem, like unto a sonnet with its lyrical meter poet. This spins, and whirs with magical moments of melodious meandering. I thought this may have been a thunderstorm you were writing about but see that metaphorically it only has the rumble, and man-made electrical edge of the natural weather type. LOL
LOVED THIS!
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Renee
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This is a lovely write. I loved how you used metaphors to describe rain. This was beautifully written. & your imagery is amazing.
Intermittent flourescent streaks - the lights are all faulty!
I love that line. It's a very well-written write. Good job! & best of luck
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