The cloud garden

A poem of foreboding and ill omen - partly inspirred by real events in the garden, and partly by the general economic situation

The cloud garden forbodes a thunderstorm

A reckoning for afternoon of sun

The birdsong quiets, a sense of alarm

And disappointment marks an end to fun

Four blackbirds suddenly fly formation

While solo magpie spies from aerial

Signalling that there’s nothing to be done

As dandelion seeds float by, wish well

An unseen thorn deflates the paddling pool

As I trim overgrowth that must be shorn

Through sheer necessity cut back Eden

Even my leg is cut, see my blood spill

It’s cooled further now; inside where it’s warm

We’re hedgehogs hibernating, TV on

Author's Note

Whaddaya think? Anyone?

Reviews

[Tony]

Wow! I missed this one before. This is really cool because I can see thru your eyes, the changes that are occurring as the storm approaches. As I like storms, especially when I see them coming......I like the picture that is evoked here.
Very good poem. The last line sums up the picture nicely.
And the political message?
ummm..........stay in the house where it is safe? Going out and trying to change things is hopeless and may cause bloodshed?