Barn swallows hurry
to grab a quick snack
before stumbling
through the audience
to catch the last empty seat.
String section of crickets
and grasshoppers sneak in
one final tune-up
as everyone quiets down
for the mid-morning show.
A balcony crew of lethargic crows
slowly dim edges of ambient light.
A stormy wind barges in
like an uninvited guest
blowing the screen open,
only to shut it with a thunderous slam.
A curtain of light struggles to free herself
hanging from the sky's
quickly disappearing crack.
Violently swaying, pine trees
in back rows, cadmium paintbrushes
colour the murky sky increasingly black.
No time for overture.
Heavy downpour smashes keyboard
Rachmaninoff style.
A torn-hearted artist stirs watery clouds
in his old pickle jar, anxious to start
painting colourful rainbows again.
Quietly covering around the pillars
frozen in time huddle turkey tails.
About this Poem
Adam Malus is an aspiring poet living in Kingston.
