Settling
The sky is falling:
dense grey-orange,
heavy street-lights
and dirty wet smog.
The sky is falling:
hurling wet confetti
for the white wedding
that wasn’t. Jilted.
The sky is falling:
pollution mocking an
obscure purity, with silt.
And stained white gloves.
The sky is falling:
to lie in grubby brown
sludge, trodden-over.
Are you settling?
I love the descriptions.
Thanks for sharing (:
Thank you – it’s cold and wintry and not very nice at all here today, so thought a moany snow poem was the way to go!
Much enjoying your blog.
Lovely poem!
It’s snowing now! Don’t want the “grubby brown sludge, trodden over” though! LOL
Christine
Yep. Snowing in Worcestershire… It’s pretty on the hills, but hate those sludgy pavements where people have walked it over and it’s re-frozen. But am still rather fascinated with the colour of the sky – you can almost see it bulging!
So you have some too! Love the imagery! I can see the scene!
It’s still coming down… Just as long as I don’t have to actually go anywhere I’m fine with it, but it looks pretty when it’s all new and not at the “brown sludge” stage yet!