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We have been pommelled
By downpours
And high winds
This past fortnight
But,
On this Sunday
So bravely trying
To match its moniker,
Trees
Are shyly revealing
Delicate
Pink and yellowish buds
Like uncertain debutantes
Descending
To an expectant parlour.
Bird song
Carries a more
Strident trill,
Not the muted,
Occasional chirp
Of recent respites
And
Blue
Lingers longer
Amongst
Banks of pompous,
Sullen clouds.
Perhaps,
O Divine will,
There is tentative hope
In this
Commingled unstill.
© by Gerard Coughlan.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Gerard Coughlan lives in Cork City, Ireland. He has always loved poetry as an art form and has written all his life. Gerard says his chosen themes are many and varied, but he strives to include the magnificence of nature in many of his works, “even when it involves family relationships, dreadful urban planning, or the myopia which seems to plague so many of our politicians.” Gerard’s work has been featured in journals and on the radio; his influences have been Philip Larkin, Patrick Kavanagh, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Eavan Boland, and John Betjeman, among others.
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Wilda Morris:
We, too, have been pummeled - with rain and wind. I can identify with this poem!
Posted 04/04/2022 10:20 AM
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Jancan:
Lovely poem, a vivid blend of literal and figurative descriptions
Posted 04/04/2022 08:49 AM
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MLove:
Sounds like he has been at my house this week!
Posted 04/03/2022 08:35 PM
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Janet Leahy:
I know those "pompous sullen clouds, " that sky has been too familiar to us lately. This is a poem to reread again and again, beautiful visuals.
Posted 04/03/2022 06:19 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful images.
Posted 04/03/2022 03:54 PM
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cork:
Slainte!
Posted 04/03/2022 09:46 AM
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KevinArnold:
Fun, and . . . The parade has started!
Posted 04/03/2022 08:24 AM
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