The Red Rain Waited

the red rain waited - blackout poem

“The Red Rain Waited”
by Jennifer Kiley

A lot of people came in sight
Burst forth grossly with
‘Hi! Hey!’ and laughed

She stood uncomfortable
Weighted down by weakness
Self-conscious dignity
From a fragmented
Frightened will

Once a will to live
Now become a will to die

The three cries of relief
For a moment
Could disregard the spectacle
And grasp it quietly

Nearby some were saying good-by
With Paris in back of them
It seemed sharp and emergent

A vivid scene
Detached itself

The young woman
Plunged a frantic hand
Into her purse

The sound of two revolver shots
Cracked the narrow air

The shots happened
Before the crowd closed in
Others had seen
The shots effects

The red rain waited

© jk 2015

5 thoughts on “The Red Rain Waited

    • It felt like a real story where the words just drew my eyes toward what needed to be told. Like a hidden message. Finally her story could be told the way she wanted it to be heard.

      Blackout poetry really pulls you in deep. It is not easily written unless you are a Rod McKuen want to be.

      Thank you for your amazing comment. I keep trying. It is cathartic.

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