As I lie in bed
Listening to the hypnotic patter
Of a bursting summer rain
On the old tin roof
I hear an off refrain
A chorus of laughter
Trills and tra la las
Echoing and overlaying
A twisted carnival tune
Never seeming to abate
The pouring rain is driving down
Upon the mossy logs
Yet all I hear
Are peals of fairies' giggles
They pelt the cabin with rocks
Assaulting relentlessly
Until sunshine breaks through
Heavy grey clouds
Baking mud pies in
Their tiny tin hearts
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Such a whimsical little storm you painted! I could almost hear the rain tapping in rhythm with those cheeky fairy giggles.
That’s beautiful. Your poem really brought the sound and feel of the rain to life. I especially love the way you mixed the storm with playful, magical imagery. It made me smile.