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Friday, 13 July 2012


Beyond the French windows
it’s like the bottom of the sea
with green fronds swaying,
seeds and insects floating past
on mysterious currents.
Next door’s hatchback
lurks subtle as a submarine,
clouds swirl like water disturbed.
You expect to see a shark
but it’s just the minnows
of the air, strangely quiet.

Shoals of pigeon, scavenging
squirrels with their floating fur,
the bleached bones
of scuppered deckchairs lurch
at unlikely angles, alongside
the creaking hull of a rusted wheelbarrow.
Whiskered catfish, camoflauged
amongst shed roof barnacles,
observe a whirlpool in the fernery,
and the ground falling away
beyond the reef of patio
into a fathomless green.

© Clare Kirwan

Britons clean up after flood chaos

Clare Kirwan is co-founder of Poetry24, blogs as Broken Biro and tweets a bit. She also writes fiction and her first play 'Enola Gay' premiered in Wirral, July 2012.


  1. What a beautiful poem. I could see those drenched squirrels floating past.

  2. Lovely words Clare; 'shoal of pigeon' brings it home. Congratulations on Enola Gay.

  3. Clare, you should be inundated with comments after a poem like that! We experienced flooding in our last house when the River Rea burst its banks. Fortunately it only got into the kitchen which was a step lower than the lounge. I can really feel for the sufferers of any floods. Well done with the play 'Enola Gay'. I'm sure you'll write more plays after this one.

  4. RR - Thanks. I think I just saw one! Raining again here.

    Little Nell - Thanks. Still hasn't been enough rain to clean the pigeon poop off the car, though!

    John - Thanks, I will. I live on a hill for a good reason and have escaped the flooding, but it does feel like it's been raining forever... and it's St Swithin's Day on Sunday!

  5. We've moved to higher ground too Clare. So if it rains tomorrow we get another 40 days of it. It's bound to rain somewhere.