Poetry

Shouting Clouds

Prompt number 2 Thunderclouds

"The clouds are shouting." I hear her say As a dazzle of lightning flashes across The horizon. “It’s tewibbly fwightening at this time of day.” Her trembling voice stumbling across the bed that she lies on.

Who am I to tell her she’s wrong with her noun With a slap on the wrist and disapproving frown? Who am I to chide her for her innocent ways To call sneeze triggered mucous “Nose water sprays?“

Who am I to tell her that a gravy stain is not What she likes to call “Mummy’s little yummy spot” Because her mind isn’t trained in educated ways? It matters not if it’s “sprays” or if it’s not If it’s a “shout“ or even if it’s “thunder” In a gathering storm from far away yonder Whatever you call it, just like her, It’s a natural born wonder.

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