Tinged
When the sky falls, can you catch it?
I hate to argue with you,
but I must say the sky is not blue.
It is studded by blemishes---
clouds smeared by the oily effervescence
of sunrises, sunsets,
bisected by rainbows,
vivisected by the worm-trails of airplanes.
Half the time
it is blackish,
covered with shining whiteheads
popping and reforming
like the face of a teenage chocoholic.
No, the sky is not blue
nor black
nor grey when rain threatens
(don’t let me say shades of grey, for it is far too tame for that).
If marketing the sky, I’d call it a feature,
but I’m afraid no one would buy
an unnamable product,
so it would sit on the shelf
gathering dust
until the next new thing breezed in
and someone dumped it in the dustbin
or sold it to the discount store
down the street
and an old lady bought it for 99 cents
even though she didn’t know quite what to do with it,
a slightly shabby,
not quite new
puzzle of a thing.
Her cat would sleep on it
(cats, perhaps--or maybe a small Pomeranian)
and it would get covered in fur,
rolled up in a corner
and forgotten.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
Comments (2)
Nice 👍❗❗
strange and modern! congrats to your top story:)