Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,400 Points (25th March 1943)

Umbrellas In The Rain - Poem by Ernestine Northover

An assortment of coloured umbrellas,
Fending off the rain,
I wonder if those, concealed underneath,
Have had lives disturbed by pain,
With the greyness of the sky above,
Their bodies crouching low,
What is the message that greets the eye
Where do all these 'bodies' go,
There's a feeling that they may be hiding
Not only from the rain,
But that is just a 'thought' of mine,
And I could be wrong - again!

© Ernestine Northover


Comments about Umbrellas In The Rain by Ernestine Northover

  • Marmaduke Williams (6/4/2013 10:07:00 PM)


    I love the symbolism you used of the rain being Hitler and the bodies of people being Jews! [3 well done! (Report) Reply

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  • (5/10/2008 6:59:00 PM)


    We've been dancing with rainbow umbrellas this week, which is why I had to visit this one. And am so glad I did. What an enchanting poem - and such a unique approach to a familiar subject (in your country especially he he) - the mystery of those hidden beneath the forest of rain blockers. Lovely read. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • (2/19/2006 1:21:00 PM)


    Lets through away our umbrellas and laugh at each over as we realise that we can cope
    much better than we thought without them.Great write Love Duncan
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  • (1/31/2006 11:02:00 PM)


    Umbrellas, that hide you from the world.
    Umbrellas, privacy, as the rain beats
    a peaceful tune above you.
    Until you wrote this, who would have
    thought, Umbrellas could provide a sanctuary
    from the frantic world around you.
    This is so thought provoking, I could go on
    forever. However, I shall resist the temtation,
    and say to you...as always, you write
    so well.
    With great respect.
    Nickoli
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  • (9/16/2005 7:05:00 AM)


    I really like this one Ernestine. I know I enjoy 'hiding' underneath an umbrella when it's raining. It's sort of nice when you can just pull it way down and know nobody can see your face at all.......no concern for what you look like, how your expressions seem....just walk and ignore the world. Very nice poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2005 6:52:00 AM)


    You're probably right, Ernestine, rain and umbrellas conjure up mystery and loneliness to me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 15, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008


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