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
About the Creator
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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