Monologue to a Cloud

A little poem I came up with while looking at a little whisp of a cloud. I had had a recent lecture/seminar on the subject of defamiliarisation so thought I'd try it out :D

You drift in solitude

Cotton soft and delicate

On a freehand canvas

Painted orange, and pink

Torn like carnival candy

But virginal in touch

The wind is your companion

Your traveller and friend

It whisks you round the world

From frozen spaces to spicy lands

You disappear and reappear

The cycle goes round again

Come rain, come sleet, come snow

You're the sieve from which they fall

And sometimes like an old man, grumble

As the darkness is destroyed.

The End

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