Fed up with Britain's changing weather? Why not celebrate it instead?
Our sponsored flash fiction website, Friday Flash Fiction, also has a poetry section. One regular contributor, Guy Fletcher, has begun a project of short poems about different types of weather. Here's one:
Our sponsored flash fiction website, Friday Flash Fiction, also has a poetry section. One regular contributor, Guy Fletcher, has begun a project of short poems about different types of weather. Here's one:
Gale over Penarth Beach
All morning clouds have been darkening
as rain slashes in from the Atlantic
and the tuneless wind whistles furiously.
Wild waves explode against the sea wall,
spray cascading over half-term children
as other weather tourists stand further back,
Poseidon's mood is decidedly black
and I imagine his vast frame
appearing in the turbulent Channel
as seagulls screech, blown back by the gale.
The pier peers on with indifference
and from the warmth of the Pavilion Cafe
people watch Nature's power on display
as I'm refreshed by the angry sea's spray.
Guy Fletcher
All morning clouds have been darkening
as rain slashes in from the Atlantic
and the tuneless wind whistles furiously.
Wild waves explode against the sea wall,
spray cascading over half-term children
as other weather tourists stand further back,
Poseidon's mood is decidedly black
and I imagine his vast frame
appearing in the turbulent Channel
as seagulls screech, blown back by the gale.
The pier peers on with indifference
and from the warmth of the Pavilion Cafe
people watch Nature's power on display
as I'm refreshed by the angry sea's spray.
Guy Fletcher
Guy has more weather poetry, for instance about fog and snow, at the website.
