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the p-word

Tag: Rain


I hadn’t written a poem in ages and it was starting to smart. And then this happened. Sometimes all you need to do is drink wine in the rain. 



Because Because

Because the cause
Because the Cairngorms
Because mouthing that word
Takes two bites of air
Because the internet
Is not the answer
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the rain
Because the city
Because the city rain
Because our glasses
Clash when we kiss
Because austerity



for Eva Vestmann

Last night we talked for a full five minutes
about that hot dog stand in Reykjavík
the [in]famous one down in 101
‘Metallica’s favourite’ you said I crave
five more for my face in Icelandic rain


Here’s a wordplay I recently wrote on the train from Eastbourne to London. On this journey you snake through the South Downs and skate across a floodplain on the approach to Lewes, where this poem is set.


‘The Mirror’

The mirror the rain left
mirrored the sky.
It mirrored the clouds
when they sailed
through the sky.
It mirrored the sun
when it smiled
through the clouds.
It mirrored the bird
when it thirstily
the mirrored bird.
And when the clouds
grew bigger and blacker
it was no longer a mirror.
Instead it was a glut of rain.


I was looking at a puddle and then I saw the sky. It goes without saying that this was inspired by the abysmal weather we’ve been subject to in Britain this summer. Go here for another poem about rain. And, if things continue in the same vein, stay tuned for another.