On days like this the world is blurred
As though a thumb’s been smeared through it.
Trees bend down and shake their branches –
Leaves like teabags bursting. True, it
Isn’t like this all time, but when it is
The sheep find leas,
Impale their bandy legs in earth and
Lean at forty-five degrees.
The smoke from chimneys rips in pennants
As though the hell-bent harbour town
Is one enormous steam train on
A mountain, shrieking, hurtling down.
Through window frames and ill-pitched door jambs
Ghosts bewail their fate in tones
Of drunken actors. Outside, dogs’ ears
Flap like windsocks, buildings groan
And pensioners use tattered brollies
To fight the great invisible,
As strolling lovers cling together,
Becoming indivisible.
Bin bags dance across the sky,
Balletic. Meanwhile on the shore,
The rabid ocean opens up
It foam-flecked mouths and starts to roar.
On days like this, I’ve often found,
My armchair is the place to be,
With coffee, watching as the world
Destroys itself beyond the steam.
June 29, 2013
June 29th, 2013 at 12:09 am
I cannot even picture what a rabid ocean would be like! Very good imaging!
June 29th, 2013 at 12:11 am
Grey, lumpy and with a lot of sinister white eyebrows…not unlike the House of Lords.
June 29th, 2013 at 12:14 am
Is that the one where they still wear those white wigs?
June 29th, 2013 at 12:15 am
No, that’s court.
June 29th, 2013 at 12:17 am
Oh sorry I am from the states! Only bald Judges wear wigs over here!
June 29th, 2013 at 12:21 am
Ah…no, the House of Lords is the unelected second parliamentary chamber populated by inbred parasites and friends of the royal family, designed to stop any bills created by the elected government from getting passed should they have an impact on the aristocracy. It’s where the twenty-first century as a concept was battered to death.
June 29th, 2013 at 12:33 am
OOHH kind of like our Senate! Got it!
June 29th, 2013 at 3:08 am
wow… intense and powerful lines. great stuff. Loved the last three lines especially.
June 29th, 2013 at 9:51 am
The endings of my poems are always the best bit…mainly because it means they’re ending.
June 29th, 2013 at 4:09 am
“Dogs’ ears flap like windsocks…” – I have visions of ranks of bloodhounds facing into the wind. Nelly.
June 29th, 2013 at 9:51 am
With the occasional basset thrown in, jowls flapping noisily.
June 29th, 2013 at 4:32 am
Some of the British slang I’m not familiar with…”tattered brollies”…I can only imagine this to be border collies that have been trained to fight steam. Makes perfect sense to me given the “dogs’ ears” found 2 lines above.
June 29th, 2013 at 9:54 am
Brolly – short for umbrella. Tattered, because they tend to rip into shreds after being turned inside out in the wind. Although tattered border collies fighting steam would do at a pinch.
June 29th, 2013 at 7:31 am
You just described last week perfectly and its bloody summer. I was out in it getting blown off my feet with the camera. 🙂
June 29th, 2013 at 9:56 am
It was very windy last night as well. Seems to have died away this morning. At least I assume it has. I haven’t been out yet, but there are no cats being blown past the window.
June 29th, 2013 at 8:29 pm
You’re getting the same whether as me then!!? Brilliantly and beautifully described, if this was a book, I’d be willing to pay a lot of money to read writing like that – I’m not joking! I’m always looking out for writing like what you have done here, but I hardly ever find it – maybe I’m looking in all the wrong shops!
And the armchair is definitely the best place to be – with a cup of tea – sorry – coffee! 😉
June 29th, 2013 at 9:08 pm
The wind’s dropped today. It’s just drizzle now. Typical British summer really.
June 29th, 2013 at 8:32 pm
Alternatively I could have said: You’re getting the same ‘weather’ as me then!!? Funny how you always see all your mistakes ‘after’ you’ve posted the comment – blame it on the spell checker! 😉
June 29th, 2013 at 9:09 pm
I did notice, but I just put it down to a typo.
June 29th, 2013 at 11:26 pm
Very good poem, that just describes our weather 🙂
June 29th, 2013 at 11:31 pm
It’s quite pleasant out there tonight. I haven’t heard any seagulls being blown into the living room window yet.