I was dwelling on abstractions
in the penumbra of my mind
fleeing yesterday’s woes
and the shadows outside.
Caroline cried
while fitfully sleeping
twitching
as I hurriedly dressed
then left the room.
The wind screeched
like a wounded bird
thunder rumbled
and the rain slashed
against the window panes.
After breakfast
the showers cleared
the wind sighed
and Caroline embraced a tree
instead of me.
We strolled
as the day began to break
despondently
to the echo of thunder
growling distantly.
Pale sunlight
flickered, filtering
through the leaves
onto the path and distant hills
which began to move.
Caroline screamed
as the path tilted
and opened like a gaping grin
into which she vanished
laughing like a loon.
Morning Ken. This is a lovely piece and so beautifully written. I enjoyed the wonderful flow and ease in this and the vision it created in my mind.
Good evening Mr Brewis. I wrote this virtually on the spur of the moment, and wasn’t sure if it worked. I was about to sign off from WN when I poet, bookworm44 (Caroline), responded to my commetnts and we began an email affair – reviewing each other and private messaging – all in good fun. I had a couple of free floating lines, and decided to bring he into it. This is the result – a quickie – glad you approve.
caroline is the tornado. i thought for a second that you were talking about your lover. ha!
The real Caroline and I were exchanging comments about poems. On a whim I
decided to create a fictional Caroline.
Unfortunately I am far too old to have lovers
- only exes of the imaginary kind.