
Loud Clouds
loud clouds blow my ears
make my hems willow
my cheeks pink
my legs scaly.
Feet grounded
I cling to earth
and take my place in first row
where trombones
slide in and out
like breath
and butterflies.
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
03 Apr 2023 Leave a comment
in Poetry

Loud Clouds
loud clouds blow my ears
make my hems willow
my cheeks pink
my legs scaly.
Feet grounded
I cling to earth
and take my place in first row
where trombones
slide in and out
like breath
and butterflies.