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(25th March 1943 / )

Umbrellas In The Rain

An assortment of coloured umbrellas,
Fending off the rain,
I wonder if those, concealed underneath,
Have had lives disturbed by pain,
With the greyness of the sky above,
Their bodies crouching low,
What is the message that greets the eye
Where do all these 'bodies' go,
There's a feeling that they may be hiding
Not only from the rain,
But that is just a 'thought' of mine,
And I could be wrong - again!

Β© Ernestine Northover

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I enjoyed reading this poem it has a lovely sound to it
I love the symbolism you used of the rain being Hitler and the bodies of people being Jews! [3 well done!
We've been dancing with rainbow umbrellas this week, which is why I had to visit this one. And am so glad I did. What an enchanting poem - and such a unique approach to a familiar subject (in your country especially he he) - the mystery of those hidden beneath the forest of rain blockers. Lovely read. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lets through away our umbrellas and laugh at each over as we realise that we can cope much better than we thought without them.Great write Love Duncan
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