Dry spell

I am looking for something
To break a long dry spell
A time of death in the darkness
Drought all over the land
When I check the forecast every day
For a change of skies
A new mist rolling over the mountain
A cloud full of words and lines
Of onomatopoeia and assonance
And inspired metaphoric phrases
Or just thoughts adequate enough
To lay out on the pavements
So folk can walk over them
Lie down on them
Scrub and ponder them
And maybe after a moment's pause
Say yes we understand you now
When you wait on the road
Over the bog long and empty
And wish someone or something
Would come along and help you
To be a poet

© Declan Whitney 2018