The rain is falling in torrents,
Somewhere high above Spring’s pitcher
tips and the water cascades over
the rim of the mile high clouds.
Creatures are draped in soaked
giant Elephant Ear leaves .
The plain is festooned with mushrooms,
umbrellas clutched against the wind.
All the hippopotamuses, rhinos, and
wildebeests mix with the sharks,
the lions and birds of paradise.
The herd is on the move, sloshing,
Snorting at the elephants waiting
on the other side of the crossing.
A monkey wearing white gloves
whistles at the multitude and waves.
Another trail fills with scrambling
leather and rubber clad hooves.
There is no sound from them,
they do not exchange glances or
touch, their space never shared.
But, there is fear in their eyes.
Fear that instead of eating,
they will be the ones eaten.
It’s a jungle out there, in the city.
Copyright: 2010, Donald Harbour
Donald much more dangerous than the jungle!
Haven’t been around in a while, Donald. Good to be back. BTW, I like the new blog layout.
I have to say that, wow — I really like how you worked this metaphor. What struck me the most was a) your metaphor of spring’s pitcher pouring rain down, and b) your last line, which makes the whole thing twist around to face us as the city instead of the jungle. Excellent.
so many descriptive and lovely words in this!
thanks for writing with us.
Thanks for writing with us, Donald.
Great images indeed. I had no idea what the twist might be until “A monkey wearing white gloves/ whistles at the multitude and waves.” And I love those lines.
This is a very fun and imaginative read! It seems like part dream – part nightmare – and yet, all reality…
Ah, yes, the city is the true jungle. Love the imagery.