That’s not the rain
It affects us more than we say,
this darkening artillery water
building the blank spaces
between you and me,
falling on everything,
seeping sentences
that ran out of air,
let silence wet
new reservoirs,
for that’s not
the rain
that’s
us,
separating from each other.
Bionote
Glen Wilson lives in Portadown, Co Armagh with his wife Rhonda and children Sian and Cain.
He has been widely published having work in The Honest Ulsterman, Foliate Oak , Iota, Boyne Berries, North West Words, Snapdragon Journal, Blue Max Review, The Screech Owl, Yellow Chair Review, A New Ulster and The Interpreters House amongst others . In 2014 he won the Poetry Space competition and was shortlisted for the Wasafiri New Writing Prize. He was runner up in the Glebe House Harmony Trust poetry competition in 2015 . His work also appeared in the 2015 Making Memories Anthology and in The Stony Thursday Book 2015.
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