Misunderstandings

The Liberation of Scarlet Rivers

The sky has been crying all day

Crying down rain

That stabs her

In cold, cruel needles

And soaks into the sodden mud

Dragging her down

And holding her there

Beneath clouds the colour of bruises, angry

At last she sees a river

Raised by the rain

Rushing onwards with a sense of intoxicating freedom

Smoothing rocks so they shine like healed scars

Rushing onwards and onwards

The rain stops.

Then starts again…