Monochrome
January
damp and cold January
I have a cough and I cough and I splutter.
Does it matter? Does it matter?
My cough plumbs the depth of my lungs in the night like my soul plumbs the depths of despair in winter and the clouds…
…and the clouds are pigeon shit-grey and they roll in then roll over then roll away and leave me…
bathed in monochrome
and the rain…and the rain.
It’s water and I’m dancing
I drank more water than what fell to earth last autumn
so we rain-danced for a drenching soul-cleaning and yet…
it’s January
damp and cold January
let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
pour your monochrome down upon me.
My Words, My World 
I can relate to this poem. The relation of cough with cold January is perfect. Despair in winter and bathed in monochrome are two of my favourite use of imagination in a poem
Very Nice!!
Thank you Madeeha.
As I look outside my window the mountains are snow-covered but also wreathed in mist and the sky behind is grey, grey, grey. It’s far too early to talk about the sprouting yellow daffodil and the green woodpecker.
Thank you for reading and commenting.