Leak

There's a hole in the roof through which the weather gets in

Drips from an outside storm falling in a basin of tin

It's left a stain of rusted rain running in rivulets before they fall

A song of what's wrong drumbeats measured in each metallic call

A leak has left the timber weak rotting the wood

A creak by the streak on timber once good

Dark spot that shows dry rot, form tempests and showers

A beam once strong that won't last long, days or hours

Rain and sun enter as one, through a hole where a roof had been

damage neglected becomes disaster expected as all falls in

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

There’s a quiet inevitability in this—like decay doing its patient work while everything pretends it can still hold.
And the way you frame it, even the rain feels complicit, turning neglect into something that finally speaks out loud.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Thomas your feedback is most important to me and I am deeply grateful for it.

[Chris Shaw]

Never put off until tomorrow what you should attend to today. It’s asking for trouble. There’s a great metaphor here Soren. A fine read.

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read Chris and you are right the metaphor is intended and your recognition of it is most heartening and appreciated.