MY LATEST POEM - The Thunderstorm

The Thunderstorm

Trapped in my car
I watch the hard pellets of rain
machine gun into the windscreen
Shrapnel of spray
bounces back
into the darkness beyond

I recall the film 'The Birds'
And imagine each raindrop
as a
Blackbird's piercing beak gouging
deep holes
into the re-enforced metal of the roof 

I dare not move
The world beyond has shrunk into
a black unknown

I am only sure of what I see within: 
my own sharp knees and rigid hands
and
wide-eyed stare
back from the small mirror
used
in calmer times
for make-up


I am late
he will be gone

This now is the only thing of which I'm certain