Wet
Poem I had in my mind whilst through the bad weather
I’m happy walking through puddles
The reservoir’s expanded and the path
Is unreachable. The usual route has little
Pools and I’m absorbed with unwise bravery.
Others would think it’s foolish to walk in heavy rain
But I find myself in a state of tranquility
Close to nature, Mother Earth tells me
To carry on marching. Got my jacket, boots
And a trusty umbrella. The rain won’t hurt much.
And when it’s time to go home, I will
Take comfort in blankets and tea
All that remains from those brief
Moments of escapism are the soggy
Boots, dark and heavy, still soaked.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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I performed at Oxford Di-Verse Poetry
I attended a poetry festival in Oxford that celebrates diversity and was a safe space for the LGBTQ umbrella which I thought was lovely. It was good to see so many voices in the same room. The poems I heard were excellent and it made me think how is my work going to compare to that. I did a lot of workshops with the Oxford Poetry Library and I think it's been a great thing that has supported the community. The founder, Phoebe started it as for a town with such literary importance as Oxford, the lack of accessible space for poetry was dire. It's such a lovely space and it's encouraged me to write things that helped me heal through traumatic events.
By Chloe Gilholyabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Well written!!!
I'm like the complete opposite hahaha. I like being dry. Loved your poem!