Storm Warning
Uncanny light. Clouds taut as spoons.
From my high window, the world is
tuned to a canine pitch. A tree lurches
in the wind, scribbling the wall
with a scaffolding of shadows.
A threnody of grief in those italic branches.
Below the Embankment, the river heaves,
as if an animal were trapped beneath its folds.
On Albert Bridge, we pause. Petrified by
this set trap of a morning. Its wired silence.
After living in Venice, Italy for nine years, Rachel Spence now lives in London. Her poetry has been published in Iota magazine, the 2013 Peleton anthology (Templar) and Rhyme & Reason.