The Paper-Cut Poet

Poems cut by paper and paper cutting poems.

Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Raining all night


All night 
rain fell,
heavy drops
slapped pavements,
like a desperate
quarrel.


Drains gargled
ill-mannered reproof,
but the clouds wouldn’t
listen,
the roads stretched
away holding up
a mirror of
‘see what you’ve 
done.’

This morning, when
the world woke,
it coughed out a
gift of green
leaved morning.
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