Gem Beads Of Rain Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

It has rained.
and earth
has danced again

to a rumba
of spreading gems

after a moon
of howling wolves.

Sky has drained
itself of sage
and moss drops
of clouds

to hang
on tree branches
with parrots
to chatter
with the rain.


(ii)

Its pouring
in spilled
and sprinkled
broomsticks

rolled into brooms
to sweep off
more stretchier
fingers of rain.

And let only
silver and gallite
spears of rain

to fall with sharper
moganite arrows
flying off
to bury themselves
in deep shafts.

It has rained,
borax and arsenic
grains

sinking deep
into earth's core
to sow gems

for scooping hands
under
rainbow skies.


On roofs
silver beads roll
down to dig
and scoop out

lime gems
from hidden
mines,

earth's mineshaft
of green leaves
brewing

malachite and jade
gemstones
to grow
new gem rocks
beneath culverts

and babbling streams
weaving silver
fibers of rain
to mulch new mineshafts,

singing gods
in rattling rains
shooting

their spears deeper
to rise back
with mounds swelling
for scooping hands.