Of course, as a former British child, I immediately think of the Gunpowder Plot and the attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and of Guy Fawkes Day, penny for a Guy, bonfire night, and often raining or very cold at least.
I am also often a lover of rain, and often rain comforts and shields me too:
the rain
almost a friend
this funeral
Alan Summers
Publication credits: Azami #28 (Japan, 1995)
November 15th, 2017 at 1:11 pm
This was the poem I needed today.
November 15th, 2017 at 5:38 pm
__ Eleven, one month of twelve, is one moment of many years; your good verse had caused this thought, Elmedin. _m
eleven
time closes another month
smiles of years
November 18th, 2017 at 5:30 am
A real sense of resignation in this one.
marion
November 20th, 2017 at 3:33 am
November
I turn myself over
to the rain
—ELMEDIN KADRIC
Great!
Of course, as a former British child, I immediately think of the Gunpowder Plot and the attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and of Guy Fawkes Day, penny for a Guy, bonfire night, and often raining or very cold at least.
I am also often a lover of rain, and often rain comforts and shields me too:
the rain
almost a friend
this funeral
Alan Summers
Publication credits: Azami #28 (Japan, 1995)