Iron Skillet

The sky was an iron skillet
To heaven it crept and filled it
Swallowed the color from every eye
An iron skillet was the sky

The earth no glint of morning touched
Fields swept black, the horizon crushed
To dawn the dark would not give birth
No glint of morning touched the earth

On the galvanized drummed the rain
Rivulets streaked the window pane
The ground it splattered and atomized
The rain drummed on the galvanized

Warm and tight you wrapped around me
In morningtide we could not see
I loved you through that stormy night
You wrapped around me warm and tight

September 10, 2022 Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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Fowler Avatar
September 18, 2022 at 10:04 AM
Ah, I like this Steven. The iron skillet sky brought a terrific image to my mind-shiny pitch black, as did the rain on the galvanized to my ears. And the sensual undertones - wow! Linda
Young Avatar
September 29, 2022 at 2:04 AM
Linda, you're too kind. Thank you so much!
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September 10, 2022 at 4:00 PM
Beautiful imagery. I could picture this happening in my mind. I enjoyed reading this poem. :)
Young Avatar
September 11, 2022 at 10:20 AM
Thank you, Julie. Feels good to be read and appreciated ;)
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