Miss Veil

It always seems to be raining when she visits. Its the pitter-patter of bland rain that goes away easily, It does not seem to be falling, it just persists, It’s a constant force that conspires against me. My Persian cats Esmerelda and Fifi freeze, And their meows become agitated near the back door. As my thoughts are blown away on the gentle breeze. I’ll forget to feed them as I have done before. The dogs down the street seem to change their howling sound. It sounds like warroull, it’s not their usual bark. Every living thing that flies or walks on the ground, Knows and welcomes her into this palace of dark. Soon there is the soft tapping on the window pane, There she is again, the dark neatly dressed lady. She is not covered in water despite the rain, My buzzing drifting mind ignores the irony. There is always a cough at the door when she comes to see me. Although it is pouring she asks me to follow, It ‘s a walk void of time, down to the endless sea, Where there is no sunlight today or tomorrow. Walking into the grey waters I pray for peace. Perhaps one glorious day the tapping will cease. Tuesday 19th October 2021 Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinetl