#446 - my life on the Bucketing Downs reprised

 

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my life on the Bucketing Downs (reprised)

a drip-tych

 

soft underfoot

 

and the rain in my ears

creek up

 

fern flown

 

river too

an event!

 

musty in the shelves

radio struggle

nothing dries

but hang out

 

for humour

an unscheduled outage then

(after they cancelled the one that was planned)

 

tea colder so

 

more falls

won’t run out of this sky

but pour

 

in pond these trees

and more reflection

 

crossing veranda rail

come under awning

even the lemon

wants in

out of this

 

 

 

cut off

 

near Battle’s Bridge

but some fool’s bound to test the flood

 

a pause and all-shining on no mail Friday

 

just now stillness

and big winds predicted

 

here close the door on roar

 

imagine a sky of stars for perspective

 

telling old tales and what it will do

rain entertains itself with us

 

but I haven’t been out as far as the gate

it’s facebook tells me so

 

 

many drownings

 

in sudden socks

consider a fire

 

could cook then

but sticks are damp

it’s not really cold

 

edges of everything curl

there are swellings

 

in leaves of the rain

a tin tank catch

 

little flights of song between

 

a pause and come clatter

begins again

 

hooves on the roof

but no sign of Christmas

 

each of us made of weather

 

some going

some under

some bob about

 

the pumpkins surviving are coming along

each on its paver plinth