Colm Flanagan

Your Love

If your love was the rainfall
I’d fling my umbrella,
Kick off my galoshes
And sail my sow ester
In to the North wind.

On Lendal Bridge,
I’d stand above the cold river,
throw back my drenched head
and sing Russian love songs
at the night’s purple clouds.

Stripped down to my skin
And wearing my blindfold,
I’d dance through the black puddled streets
Of forever.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 8, 2005

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Comments about Your Love by Colm Flanagan

  • Annie Davies (6/27/2009 7:32:00 AM)

    This is a lovely wee poem, thanks colm. x

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (9/14/2008 6:44:00 AM)

    'If your love was the rainfall
    I’d fling my umbrella,
    Kick off my galoshes
    And sail my sow ester
    In to the North wind.' - I added my 10 to this lovely romatic poem. Very nice composition.

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