Red Umbrella

Posted on 29/08/2011


72 posts and a year plus of blogging later, I have reason to believe that the following is true:

“It just happens to be the way that I’m made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.”
— Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

This poem’s based on the Magpie tales image- Red Umbrella by Christopher Shay (

Scene I-

She got drenched
waiting for him
red umbrella in hand

Her eyes stared
expectantly at the door
her thoughts, in trance

Scene II-

He strutted out,
his goals firmly set
Seeing past her affection

On the lookout
for greener pastures
Treating her as a sojourn

Scene III-

Borrowing the red umbrella,
He causally walked,
Leaving her standing by,
her soaked self

Scene IV-

Left with self doubts
she gazed at his bicycle,
even as meandering rivers
of lost opportunities
flowed by his feet

Scene V-

Her affection being undying,
if she’d have to

she’ll get drenched again,
a new red umbrella in hand..