Most days a name that coats tongues –
a conversation crumb, ever-present on
lips, might be the story of whoosh-spray
and wiper blades, a child’s bank holiday
face pressed up against car window. Or
the desert wanderer, divining what never
arrives, thirst starved like a wished kiss.
Timpani summer thunder, flocked cloud
shot through, throats stung by gunsmoke –
rain brought down in fathomless language
verbed as mizzle, sile or pelt; steeped fabric
of mountainside sheep or stubborn seagull
on chimney duty, wings batoned tight. A
pell-mell race past waterfall, church bell
volleys down to burble in lake and stream.
Or stampede: news of flood spewed from
reservoir bowl or swollen sea, its laughter
breaching promenade walls. Rain fists
you might see batter streets, bounce up
in apostrophes. Or new snow; the child
in us clinging to its powder-silent ballet.
Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist from Wirral, UK. He was awarded second place in the 2019 Yaffle Prize and commended in the 2019 Welshpool Poetry Competition. His poems have been widely published in print journals such as Prole, Strix and The Lampeter Review, and in webzines, including Ink Sweat & Tears, Atrium, The High Window and London Grip. His debut pamphlet Quotidian is published by Yaffle Press.