sometimes we are all storm
with clouds iron heavy the sky and
weighty chains to rattle drag
a train flowing heart at behind
dress sensible, station shoes, silk:
a dream found you waiting
but we found you gone ahead
on and to without
with rain under glass —
left a crumbled platform
stormcloud in wanting
2 responses to “rain under glass”
You’ve always got these banger first lines. I love what you did with it too, really lovely.
Thank you very much, Bridgette. 💙