I'm still writing lots of poetry, so here are a few random poems I have scribbled down briefly.
Rain
Tap. Tap. On the glass.
A rainstorm is beckoning.
A swirl of tears and sorrow
Melting onto earth.
Pennyworths of sadness, paid
In silver coins -
Dropped into puddles
And left.
Rumbling and cursing, the storm arrives -
Raging and ranting, biting and snapping.
It hurls wind and cloud at the earth,
Purple in the face
And crying quietly into its hand.
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap.
The rain is thrown to the ground in lumps.
Fat teaspoons of misery,
To chill your happiness
And break your laughter.
Tearstains soak the windows
Of your warm, comforting house
And you realise -
Even the sky gets sad.
Every once in a while.
'I Don't Like Spiders'
Mummy, I don't like spiders
I don't like the way they crawl around.
I don't like them sneaking about
All the way along the ground.
Mummy, I don't like spiders
I just don't like them, or their legs
Their hairy legs that twitch so fast
They slip on water dregs.
Mummy, I think I see one.
No, I don't want it near my hand!
I hate their silvery cobwebs
And the way they always safely land.
No, Mummy, don't bring it closer!
I really am afraid.
Afraid of what? Their big bottoms!
The biggest ever made.
It's getting nearer, Mummy.
It's creeping along my arm.
And even if I brush it off
I might do it some harm.
Oh! It's little legs tickle!
They're really quite adorable!
Do you know what, Mummy?
I like spiders, after all.
Outside
What is it like outside?
I'll never know. For I am but
A bird. A rare and special bird.
I'm the only one left.
I'll never go outside.
I don't even know what is outside.
I was born here, after all. Born in my
Home, to be looked at and poked at.
But it's not bad here.
I like it.
I get food.
Fresh food, guaranteed every day
And a warm bed.
A safe nest where I can sleep,
Without worry.
And yet I have never seen outside. I
Wonder what outside is, what it does, who it loves.
I wonder if I will ever meet it.
I wonder if I will ever live to see a day
When no animal fears humans
And no animal need worry of extinction
And every animal can see
Outside.
