Thursday, December 08, 2005

After the storm

Overnight a storm;
boiling the kettle for
my first cup of tea
still half-asleep, I see

through the window
yes, a shock,
the stripped
angular branches
of the lime tree,
a layer of dead leaves
on the grass like a carpet,

a crow perches on
one of the branches
a chill wind
ruffling its feathers.

Did I really think
this would not happen?

8 Comments:

Blogger Jean said...

I love this! Such deceptive simplicity: the way it combines poetic form and rhyme/rhythm with the natural flow of speech and surprise.

10:21 am  
Blogger MB said...

Very nicely done! I like the way the rhythm gets stripped and angular in the middle, too. There is something chilling about seeing sudden nakedness. Isn't it amazing how we keep being surprised? (Yeah, I know what I just said... But it's true!)

4:22 pm  
Anonymous Kurt said...

I like this, especially the last two lines, which deliver quite a punch.

5:31 pm  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

How the common things of life, the things we know so well, continue to startle and surprise.

Just like your poem did for me.

6:07 pm  
Blogger Mary said...

Thank you all. I looked out of the window yesterday morning and then the poem was written some 15 minutes later. And yes, I was shocked and chilled, more than I expected.

12:06 pm  
Blogger rdl said...

Very nice!

12:54 pm  
Blogger Dale said...

Wonderful. I love the ambiguity about which it is -- the storm or the quiet after it -- that is the antecedent of "this" in the last line.

5:10 pm  
Blogger Mary said...

Dale: thank you. Interesting, the 'this' in my mind was the effects of the storm - i.e the stripped tree. But I agree that it is ambiguous - thanks for spotting it.

8:29 pm  

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