#5 Emma

Today I tried to follow the prompt from the  NaPoWriMo website, "Twenty Little Poetry Projects". There was a list of twenty things to include in the poem. I got partway in and the poem took on its' own life, so I went with it.


Emma

She was a rainy day,
gentle raindrops
and flashes of thunder.
Emma smelled of damp begonias,
rising like steam from the pavement.
I could taste ozone in her hair
and her lightning seared like scotch bonnets.
I stood under the eaves,
mouth open,
catching drops falling from the roof.
She fell in rivulets
and ran into the gutters,
the rushing water sounding clean.
And then, she was washed away.