The End Of March

05 Apr


March came in like a lion;

went out like one

as well, roaring.

(There had been

calm times in between.)

Pale petals

grabbed from trees before

the flowers were fully formed

mixed with the snow

that dissolved on the bare ground.

Bins scuttled down the road,

alive and rattling,

shedding rubbish as they went.

Washing landed

in a fishpond

for a second soak

(startling the inhabitants).

The prop that should have held

the clothesline firm

dug itself into the grass

to avoid being sent arcing

like a javelin

point first to a bitter end.

Hail drummed

on cars, paths, windows, roofs

and all around,

nestling like spilled sugar

in new foxglove leaves.

A fence waved, rippling

as if a mirage had taken hold

but it was only the wind

telling the world

that April was coming;

in its own, cold,

boisterous fashion

trumpeting Spring.


Posted by on April 5, 2015 in poetry



8 responses to “The End Of March

  1. Christopher Jackson-Ash

    April 6, 2015 at 5:27 am

    A delightful description.

    • jaymountney

      April 6, 2015 at 8:26 am

      And completely accurate – including my neighbour’s washing! It’s odd how describing something as if for a blog can produce hidden rhythms and rhymes and head for the poetry section!

  2. Marg

    April 7, 2015 at 12:23 am

    A very expressive description of your storm! Beautifully worded, you can see effects and hear the wind.

  3. Fledhyris Proudhon

    April 7, 2015 at 8:45 am

    Lovely poem! I particularly like the line about the hail nestling like spilled sugar among the foxglove leaves, as illustrated.

    • jaymountney

      April 7, 2015 at 9:27 am

      I’m glad you read it! The hail in the photo, I have to confess, was last year’s, but we got the same effects this time so I decided to use it!

  4. jaymountney

    April 7, 2015 at 9:25 am

    You could certainly hear the wind here!! It seems to have blown itself out and the weather is now gorgeous!

  5. Kat Soini

    April 13, 2015 at 6:21 pm

    The first three lines are excellent, well and truly. Also the line about spilled sugar… Lovely, lovely!

    • jaymountney

      April 13, 2015 at 6:39 pm

      Thank you! You probably recall the foxglove in question – to the left of our front door!!


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