is beating his wife,”
my grandmother used to say
if the rain fell
while the sun was shining.
It was always a humid day
when the burdened sky
could not wait for cloud cover,
and the hurried downpour
for more than a minute,
the faint sound of thunder
as if a dream.
Always there was a hush
on my grandmother’s face
as she stood ironing bed sheets
while the devil,
confused by what seemed
a reasonless trick of the weather,
took it out on her who
forever had been the same.
© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2013
Comments on: "Camden Street" (22)
Great poem, Adriene! I love the images I see when I read this.
Much appreciated, Diane! x
Wow! The imagery! Just beautiful, Adrene . . .
HI, Martha, thanks. x
Much thanks, Rachel. x
My grandmother used to say the same. Thanks for bringing back such good memories…
Ah. Thanks for sharing that. I hope this expression doesn’t get lost to time in the future. x
the ever changing weather and the never changing, stalwart grandmother…what a great juxtaposition Adriene!
Thanks so much, Cath. x
Adriene, love this one! I could see every scene with your masterful use of imagery! 🙂
Thanks, Bella. x
awesome poem Adriene. I love the imagery. my Nana had this saying too (& it found its way into one of my poems as well)
Oh, how could it not, it’s such an evocative statement. I’d love to see the poem. Tell me where I can find it. xx
Love this poem. Brings back childhood memories.
Thank you, Janine.
You made me think of my grandma, Adriene. Lovely poem and imagery as always 🙂