Hail,
Hail
Tiny
crystals
Falling
fast
Inside
I’ll go
Where
it’s safe
To
drift in sound,
With
ear agape
I’ll
listen closely,
As
pellets dance
Atop
roofs of tin
Igniting
the symphonic in
Clink-a-clink,
clink, clink, clink-a-clink
As
each note plays
I
wonder where
The
first note hailed.
Very clever! I like this a lot.
ReplyDeleteWe get a lot of hail here in the mountains of Colorado. Your poem paints a vivid picture and is potent for its size, like the hail it describes. Oh, thanks for the reply on Firestarter and I responded to you on Blue Topaz.
ReplyDeleteso cool fred...you made me hear the hail...Clink-a-clink, clink, clink, clink-a-clink..and a clever closure..greetings from brighton..smiles
ReplyDeleteAll hail the hail, it comes down by the pail, as the wind starts to wail and crushes the poor cats tail..haha
ReplyDeletesmiles. nice play...on a tin roof it might drive you insane...fun bit of word play in that last line as well fred...i like to listen to it or rain...
ReplyDeleteWhen it begins to rain, I tend to wonder about the first drop too.
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