Tuesday Poem: Weathering


I kept my appointment with Rain.

We met in the wrong room. Upstairs.

Rain was . . . melancholy. She rinsed

a naked bulb that hung itself

on white wire. It ran out of light,

she said, spreading her fall

from the rooms unfathomed sky. 

Rain enquired if I’d brought questions.

I was allowed four. Four only.

Before I could deny it, she pressed

her sodden lips to mine.

Not now, she said. They are come.

The sash windows unlaced their gowns

so that ghost ships, dragging nets

filled with memories absolved

by Rain, could sail through them.

And as we watched, Rain said,

These are your questions:

Why is it they hide in there?

Why is it they turn from me?

Is it to the same place they go?

And is it the same story they weather?

Rain said, There is no tenderness

in the absence of joy, and, in the absence

of joy, even songbirds squabble.

When there was nothing left to say,

Rain enveloped me; her hair lay on my face

like tears, and inside my closed mouth,

hummingbirds flew backwards into my throat.

  • Eleanor Hooker lives in North Tipperary, her collection, The Shadow Owner’s Companion, is published by the Dedalus Press.

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