A Broken Umbrella in a Thunderstorm

by Daniel   Jul 1, 2020


Echoing up the street,
a busker's trumpet
warms vicious rainfall.
A woman catches
my eye, smiles politely;
I return an unknowing
grin.

Somewhere
between here and there
I contemplate a metaphor,
for the rain,
for you,
looking upon me from
a sheltered balcony,
and not beckoning me
in.

If you knew I was outside
your door, rapping my
knuckles against the wood,
would you even throw me
a towel? Or have you
thrown in your last one?

Should I give someone
else my umbrella before
sentencing them to rain;
wicked winds?

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  • 5 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Fantastic and original metaphors here Daniel. I feel there's a real honesty here; like acknowledging that a relationship will be 'stormy' and will require a brolly (broken or otherwise). Very enjoyable and 'thinky' stuff! :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 5 months ago

      by Daniel

      Thank you! I do like to write thinky stuff! Aha :) Though everyone in the UK knows the pain of a broken brolly, metaphor or not!

    • 5 months ago

      by Kitty Cat Lady

      Lol, indeed... especially in Wales! ;-)

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