NaPoWriMo Day 7: Where the Rain is Made of Iron

Following the prompt for Day 7 from the NaPoWriMo site, sort of, as this poem is inspired by this news headline.

Where the rain is made of iron

And the sun is made of clay

See the flowers made of music

Fill the lava of the bay


There’s a mountain made of moleskine

Notebooks piled in stacks so high

The bottoms ones compressed and crushed

To coal made out of sky.


There’s a moon the size of Venus

Floating gently in the seas

While the fish of fur and feathers

Drift serenely on the breeze


The skies are always clear, they say

And hot enough to melt

The diamonds in the fox’s eyes;

The shoehorns on their belt.


Where the rain is made of iron

And the earth is soft like cloud

Dream yourself a kind endeavour

Because here, anything’s allowed.

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