Monday 3 October 2011

ECHOES OF RAIN

As the rain plummeted down,
Beating upon the hard surface of stone,
The land around me sparkled.

Streaks of light penetrate,
The dense fog of the cloud.

Rain pitter-pattering with a smattering of rhyme,
Upon the terraces drenched and soaked,
For in my mind I am in an inlet of Caswell bay,
Scanning the rain from an echoing cave.

Seashores of cockle and shell shimmer and ring on frosted arcs,
Replenished in a paddle boat,
I row through the minds pastures,
Of droplets teeming with life in the netherworld of lakes and seas.


POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011



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