'Cracks in the Mirror' Poetry & photography

'Cracks in the Mirror' Poetry & photography: poetry and social comment

Changing weather

There was spring, flowers and green
grass, leaves

 on trees , the lot, and I thought of immortality.

God has thrown everything at me and
I had been

prodded by doctors who all had
eccentric opinions

about my illness and I had
survived.

I looked heavenward inhaled without
coughing

and saw darkening clouds coming
from the north

 an incoming wind had the icy breaths of
Siberia

and the rain came like cold showers
given to boys

at the home  who could not keep their penises

just innocently hanging there.

I came home, was sent to bed, not
for my sexual

prowess but to stop me getting a
cold; I thought of

Stalin mother liked him he looked
so cool, not that

she would have said that it is me
picking up words

 from Facebook and I know how to give five
fingers

not one, I used to give passing
motorists; we live

 in an age of overdoing things.

Tomorrow the sun will shine again I
can go for a walk

and pretend it shines just for me,
the winter had tried

a com back and failed