Time Somewhere by Rose Mary Boehm

sunflowers in the headlights

giving themselves to the storm,

black clouds leave windmills

inert, the canal heaves and blubs,

its concrete prison aches

under the weight of lust,

last rays on a golden

lower-Rhine wheat field,

black birds cleaning up

before morning, poplars

whisper and bend,

plane trees without leaves,

their naked trunks defenseless.

the rain-men watch,

a secret service of observers

distilled into green,

winter shower leaves

crystals, pearls and red claws,

the sheep are in revolt.

a brown crumpled old

dry leaf perches delicately

on a web of weary branches

promise of another winter.

sand clouds spook a herd

of wild horses, the mad

fall-girl saves crumpled fingers

for when next a time comes

for bells and hosts of pollinators.






German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Lima, Peru. Author of two novels and a poetry collection (TANGENTS), her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in many major poetry reviews.