Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem

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Prosecco Rain

The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last

blocks out the rumbles

of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling, stabbing and slicing.

Seconds of a soul regained until a crow, circling, caws out its truncated warning

and

the crunch and pop of pebbles – protesting at tyres r o l l i n g –

crushes me

again.

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Inspired by the attempted reading of Mary Webb‘s essay, ‘The Joy of Music’, whilst sheltering from the rain in the comfort of my Dacia. Am I the only person who finds it annoying beyond insanity, when other roadrunners, have the cheek to invade a public carpark, to park up alongside you and keep their engines running, and their playlist blaring, whilst you are trying to read a good book?

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