neither of us thought to bring
an umbrella
though all the signs were there
dark, sullen clouds in your eyes
and the thunder of silence
rolling between us
i pull my coat around me
and you do the same
with your own coat
self-comfort without any warmth
i make an umbrella for you
out of my bones
stretch my skin across the ribs
and this rain falls
red as a river of regrets
and never gets you wet
falls as red as everything that
ever entered or exited my heart
my cloud-shaped heart
and you are untouched
——
——
for Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #41: In the rain
Franz Marc In the Rain(Im Regen) (1912)
[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Words and Feathers 
That last stanza is a killer. Restrained sadness. Hits hard, this one.
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Beautiful, poignant images.
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EXCELLENT! So many layers here and peeling back each one, makes me gasp with wonder. Superb!!
Thank you, Rose 😄
You blew me away again with this one.
Thank you. I’m always glad when it reaches people.
I really liked this one.
Thank you. I think it turned out okay.
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