Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Beth Winchcombe and Jack Horne--England

Weather Beaten

By Beth Winchcombe and Jack Horne

Storm clouds gathered
long before the parting
of the ways!
Grief sets in later!
Those tears I shed,
our love long dead.
Had I ever REALLY known HIM -
or just the facade he’d erected ?
I wonder whether cloud nine
will ever become mine?
Bright as a morning sunrise.
Fresh as morning dew.
That’s how I thought of you!
Floods of tears
through stormy years,
like metal turns to rust;
ashes turned to dust.
Weather changes by the hour.
Arc of a rainbow forms a shower.

First, lightning sparks of cruel words,
then came the floods of tears.
The icy silence, chilly glares
and gloomy jealous fears.
The sunny days, when love was young,
became a howling storm.
Her face a frozen mask of hate,
when once her smile was warm.
I thought the love she felt for me
was like a summer day:
the bluest sky without a cloud,
but now the sky is grey.
Her heart a waste of arctic snow,
my words will never thaw.
The love we had is hail and sleet
and perished in the squall.