no singing in the rain

Summer died
that night* our turning point
the harvest moon on cue
a watershed of rain
walls all awash
colours running down
bleed into the street
beneath disjointed feet
cut to the kiss me quick
my hat pulled over dead eyes
fatally farewelled
whilst he made haste
made love the end of it
fast foot-stepping puddles
as if to put the past
as far behind as summer

With thanks to Dylan (Hughes not Bob) for the First Line Friday * prompt as I pop into the pantry at Poets United

28 comments

  1. So impactful, “fatally farewelled”, while he hop-skipped away. I have lived this post. In my case, he did me a favour by leaving, as he was a great pretender.

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  2. The imagery is so well done — it creates that solemn environment when nothing else can be done to salvage it. The closing lines work perfectly in this scenario. Colours bleeding into the street is so potent in its suggestion.
    -HA

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  3. Any parting usually leaves one of you in pain no matter how it is handled. Regardless of the actual weather it feels like rain when it happens.as you leave each other heads down one or both crying. Been there…done that!

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  4. The pace of this poem is stunning – it’s like one of those short films where scenery flicks past the camera! I love the:
    ‘…watershed of rain
    walls all awash
    colours running down
    bleed into the street’
    and the wonderful wordplay in the lines:
    ‘cut to the kiss me quick
    my hat pulled over dead eyes
    fatally farewelled’.

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