A Rainy Afternoon Poem.
I wrote this poem several years ago now. And I had forgotten that I had written it, until I was looking through some scraps of paper the other day. It was written on a rainy afternoon when spending a weekend away at a seaside town. The Hotel had only this room left which was on the Top Floor in the roof space..
The window in the roof is square and very plain
Laying beneath its opening counting rivulets of rain
Now you would think a window skyward cloud is all you’d spy
But laying beneath the Skylight a story to tell have I
Of how the Sun casts her rays cutting sharply through the room
And how the Moon brings her magic, lighting up the gloom
The clouds forever changing creating patterns in the sky
And the never ending Seagulls swiftly swooping by.
The shadows of these birds dance across the floor
As I lay here and ponder, what it must feel like to soar
A seaplane I spied just briefly, was that just yesterday?
A lost balloon blown skyward, to some poor chills dismay
And if I close my eyes, through the window comes the sound
Cry of gulls on roof tops, and traffic from the ground.
Now there’s the noise of a chopper as it flies out over-sea.
I stand up now on tip toe, but alas I cannot see.
Here Am I just looking skyward, with a room without a view
The scenery ever changing writing these words to you.
The Sun reflects the Skylight square upon the bed
I smile at another cloud shape, is that an eagles head?
You may think the skyward view is lacking in its appeal
But heavenly spangled stars are beautiful and real
They twinkle like sequins sewn upon velvet cloth
And when I put the light on, look how I attract the Moths.
So window in the roof, you are far from being plain
Someday I shall revisit and take in your view again.