Kinross High School: Erin Chick


Under the Weather

When the whole sky darkens
And the clouds pour out their insides.

I feel your desperate hand tighten around
My shiny plastic handle
And as I expand above you
I feel wanted and important,
Your great and noble protector.

Yet when the journey outdoors is over
You give no love or care back,
Just a violent shake at arm's length
Jerking me to and fro.

Now i lie here,damp in a puddle of self pity,
In between mountains of old trainers and Dirty wellington boots.

And here I shall stay, for weeks on end,
Underneath piles of unwanted junk.
Once again abandoned. Once again alone.

Just another lost umbrella.

by Erin Chick