Helen Douglas


Bitter as ash in the mouth, this midnight rain
deceitful, unforetold, slashes the darkness
has its way with the world in the dark
while the neighbourhood curtains twitch
and whisper amongst themselves
tut-tutting and fru-fruing as if

all the rules had been suspended
and the morning unavoidably delayed, caught up
at the station without the right change
watching the time dwindle down, helpless
desperate, knowing that here
on my street

the bitter midnight rain falls and falls
filling the gutters, filling the alleys
rising in a dark floodtide
to bear us all away, lost
beyond any finding


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