NaPM April 5 2014

[Keith]

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Sorry this one is truly cringe worthy - I'm all out of poetic right now...it is all i've got and is technically a poem so .

Rain drops
I first met Rain at the age of eight,
or to give her full name;
Blue cloud Raindrop.
A steel dappled grey
with a silvered mane and tail.

When I first tried her
she bucked me off...
and then she buggered off!
So back to the stable I trailed.
My love un-dampened by a drop of rain.

For eight years I kept the same refrain.
“Please don’t sell Rain!”
But each and every drop,
mud splattered and shoulder-flopped
only served to prove...you can’t sit atop a drop of Rain.

I loved her all the same.

bucked me off then buggered off....Pam Ayres eat your heart out.

Last line...... proves has to go with hoves great that she was still wanted inspite of all the bucking. Best Keith

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Rain

Instead of his usual leap
up the front gardens, Rupert slinks
under the eaves, hugging
home.

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Set at their usual volume levels,
devices become barely audible.
I'm grateful to have the roof overhead,
each variation in wind-force
and direction changing the timbre
of the percussive performance,
tones dancing from slopes to flats,
then into the soundbox
of wood walled rooms vented
by a cylindrical steel chimney.
Body warm and sheltered,
mind free to drift.

This reminds me of sitting in a caravan in the rain (obviously) I really like the POV being inside a drum and all the percussion references, nicley done Keith