Rain by Kirsty Gunn (an extract)

When the rain came
it came at first as the
scent of rain,
the grey air stained
behind the hills.

when it came down to us
it was like thread and needles,
piercing the jellyish water
with a trillion tiny pricks,
the silver threads
attaching water to sky

‘Rain’ is actually a novel by Kirsty Gunn.  The above poem is Kirsty Gunn’s prose with a few extra line breaks, to make it look like poetry instead. It reads like poetry, whatever the formation of the words, so I thought, why not?  This prose-poem  is part of a non-crafty TangledPress project I am working on, but I thought I would share it here, given the relevant imagery it uses.

P.S. I’m having some printer trouble at the moment, but should be sorted by the end of the week.  I have a couple of new things ready to see the light of day, so watch this space at the beginning of next week for updates…!

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