DROUGHT

by Nevada Kerr


A sultry trolling trull
Cursory and duly dull
Trading irrigated fields
For dusty cloaks and veils

Takes a bit of humble pie
To the tall talk crow
Coming down off the tide
Drying up below

For the third time down
Squeezing water from a stone
In the muffled monotone
Of a mummy scraping bone

Out of air and ozone
In a dreary outsourced sky
Outcries in the free zone
Are in very short supply

In a dribbling lovelorn croon
Under drunk and bloody moon
She bends to purge the ground
Shriveling like a prune


Written by © Raven Drake
February 26, 2006.

Created: April 2006 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 16/4/06