"Dark Rain"
Boiling clouds of threatening murk,
Filling the sky from horizon to sights end,
Shadows deepen, creep and swell,
And lights seem dim and smothered,
The first drops fall
Remember; it's only rain
Thick sheets of glossy black,
Each drop like bitter corrosive tar,
Steak the buildings, paint the bricks,
Leave splashes of sorrow on the walls,
Leave tear marks on people's skin,
Always look forward; it's only rain
Trickling lines of sullen darkness creep,
Pouring over, around, and through,
Each path leeching heat, light, and life,
Like thieves taking happiness instead of gold,
Streets are dark as the rain falls
Keep you
"Wired Sisters"
Flashing lights scatter across empty screen,
Shifting codes dance and scream down shadowy lines,
Bundles of dreams, hopes, and fears,
From emails, to messengers, to birdsong Twitter,
All shuddering and heaving, slaves to an ancient loom,
Threads of information and emotion shift under the commands of unseen hands.
Do you know the sisters?
Three timeless souls,
Three crow sisters, aspects of war, faces with bloody talons,
Do you know the weaver sisters?
Three unseen guides from a time of myths.
News feeds rattle, art galleries swell,
Dusty academic papers are shifted into sparkling electric strings,
Reams of unf
"Dark Rain"
Boiling clouds of threatening murk,
Filling the sky from horizon to sights end,
Shadows deepen, creep and swell,
And lights seem dim and smothered,
The first drops fall
Remember; it's only rain
Thick sheets of glossy black,
Each drop like bitter corrosive tar,
Steak the buildings, paint the bricks,
Leave splashes of sorrow on the walls,
Leave tear marks on people's skin,
Always look forward; it's only rain
Trickling lines of sullen darkness creep,
Pouring over, around, and through,
Each path leeching heat, light, and life,
Like thieves taking happiness instead of gold,
Streets are dark as the rain falls
Keep you
"Wired Sisters"
Flashing lights scatter across empty screen,
Shifting codes dance and scream down shadowy lines,
Bundles of dreams, hopes, and fears,
From emails, to messengers, to birdsong Twitter,
All shuddering and heaving, slaves to an ancient loom,
Threads of information and emotion shift under the commands of unseen hands.
Do you know the sisters?
Three timeless souls,
Three crow sisters, aspects of war, faces with bloody talons,
Do you know the weaver sisters?
Three unseen guides from a time of myths.
News feeds rattle, art galleries swell,
Dusty academic papers are shifted into sparkling electric strings,
Reams of unf
Current Residence: Midlands, UK Favourite style of art: Anything dark and storydriven Favourite cartoon character: Tough one - possibly Inspector Gadget!
Other Interests
Reading fiction, watching cartoons, listening to new music, and snoozing