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Under The Weather by Beth Brooke



Remember when it rained so much

it felt as though the sky

had spent itself with weeping;

flung itself, exhausted,

in sodden heaps across the fields?


It felt as if the very possibility of morning

hung balanced between our outward

and our inward breaths.


The weather asked a question we could not

answer and the day became fog, the air

tasting like ash in our mouths.



 

Beth Brooke is a retired teacher and she lives in Dorset. Her debut collection is out next year, courtesy of Hedgehog Poetry Press. She can be found on Twitter as @BethBrooke8.


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