Poetry

I have had another poem published in the online journal of WA Poets Creatrix 30. I love writing poetry but get very frustrated when I cannot spend the time writing as I wish! The published poem was Winter Rain. I am currently working on another about Australian Christmases

WINTER RAIN

The rain drifts in and around the hills;
on the flatland it finds its way beneath my coat,
at home it pours down over my window sills,
and I’m beginning to think I’ll need a boat!

 Heavy black clouds wreath around the valleys

hiding the hill tops, even the city skyline,
don’t venture forth without your brollies;
leave early to get wherever you go on time.

Watch out for flooding, so map your course

to travel wet roads safely as still the rain poured;
careful to stay on road or washed off by force
by water that gouges the roads and claims scored.

But me, I revel in the teeming torrents,

enjoying the perfume, watching the hidden hills,
rewarded by the sudden appearance of forests
Grey and dull in the torrential spills.

Many poems I submit don't make the grade but that's the way it goes