This morning

Sky as thick and grey
as old porridge
branches wild in Arctic wind
window lashed with unfriendly rain
I think I’ll stay in bed.

for the Poetry Chain Gang Challenge, Day 2,  nominated by Paula Wanken


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8 Responses to This morning

  1. catterel says:

    love the old porridge simile – perfect – and know that feeling only too well!

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  2. I know those mornings and will know more. Beautiful poem. Hope the fire warms you.

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  3. Candy says:

    A perfect plan for a gray morning

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  4. Just my sentiments this mornig, too, Viv…I love the likening to old porridge! Smiles.

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  5. Ron. says:

    Same deal here. Tough to get started.

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  6. Grey days often seem to call for tea, a cozy blanket and a good mystery!

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  7. tialys says:

    Ooer! I don’t blame you. Hope your weather picks up soon.

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