“Outside your Bedroom Window in the Rain” by Colin O’Sullivan

Been struck down with the neck hernia thingy again, thus the posts here have been a bit scant.

Never  mind, I’m still rifling though old poems and stories and casting them out to see where they land. Who knows, there may be a “Collected Poetry” book someday, or a “Complete Shorter Fiction of”…you never know.

Here’s a poem, from the mid-nineties I reckon. Another one about rain (must be the Irishman in me).

Outside your Bedroom Window in the Rain

Wrapped,

a warm blanket,

your rich black hair

festoons the pillow.

Wrapped

in home things:

the soft rug that

takes to your toes,

the piano

you tinkle

every now and then,

the grandfather clock

and its quaint chime.

No need to stir

I’m outside

upping my umbrella.

Rain beats a thousand rhythms,

we’re both as sheltered.

Tonight you do not hear my puddle dance,

tomorrow you will not know my…