slate slices fall as rain
sheets of the stuff
greying out the sky
and my mood is sombre
mostly
it fits the weather
this is how it feels here
damp to your bones
grim up North
and yet
the slightest hint of colour
brings joy unrelenting
occasional blue skies
daffodils in the park
green swathes of hill rolled lawn
at the edge of this city
i left long ago
but she stayed with me
grounding me
earthing me
greying me
so that i become invisible
blend in
until the moment for bright comes
and then i know how to shine
i know how to pick a spot
to draw attention from the bland
i’m that dandelion
growing through the concrete
Jilly is hosting at the Poets Pub and ask us to ‘Challenge yourself to a little Urban Renewal in your writing.’ Here’s my submission which also goes into the pot as extras for my 30 in 30 NaPoWriMo drive.
“but she stayed with me
grounding me
earthing me
greying me”
Is a wonderful way to preface the transformation, the glorification despite a lifetime of travails, being the ‘flower in a crannied wall.’
This is special, the way life unfolds for many fortunate enough to have the “she” who “stayed”
I especially identify with your last lines “i’m that dandelion growing through the concrete”
This is beautiful.
The soft alliterative sounds in the opening echo the rain. Excellent folding and unfolding feel in this poem. Glad you joined in.
I enjoyed the feeling of transition and transformation here. That daffodil sure lifts the mood.
I liked the grounding, earthing, greying part.
You do a great job of bringing the gray (grey) to light! I relate. I used to search my younger days world, looking for a bit of spectrum, a touch of palette.
From the grey slate to the bright color of dandelion ~ Love the morning glory, that shining spot in the concrete ~ Made my night Paul ~
LOVE it! That bit of bright yellow that struggles to make it thtough the cracks of the city’s hard cement and busy life. Great post, Paul!