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Rain in Wales

Poetry By: Eskay Miras

Written on a rainy day in Wales

Submitted:Mar 1, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 2    Likes: 5   


The evening sighs,

Groans and unleashes a sonorous

Howl like a wounded beast.

Above, the grey regiments march

East heavy with ammunition.

The air is still.

The ingredients for a Shakespearean

Tempest are in the great mixing bowl.

A quick legerdemain

And the sheep are drenched

And the fields gulp down heaven's blood.

The trees dance and sway indecently

To the morbid samba-

A harsher number than yesterday's salsa.

But it's over as quick as a

Bad bedroom performance. Blue

Windows open in the grey canvas and stage

Lights from the empyrean theatre touch the sheep.

Baa! they sing, and coax day

To sleep


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