I'm Katie,17 years old and studying English, French and German at college. I actually find poetry the most difficult form of writing, but I thought I'd give it a shot. I tend to only write poetry when I feel truly inspired or passionate about something, which is why my collection is fairly sparse. Thanks for looking and be sure to leave a comment x)
Have you observed the sky lately?
Plumes of tabacco grey,
The reds and purples have faded,
The blue has washed away.
We knew the colours were rusting;
Flaking coppery red,
If only we'd have acted,
Now morbid grey is left.
The crimson bled in rivers,
As if drained from hanging meat,
Until there remained weak orange,
The process would repeat.
For a week the clouds rained amber,
Globules of sunshine ray,
And now our sky is ashen:
A grubby, stale ashtray.