Roar on the tin roof top
There is no rain drop
There is the
Roar on the tin roof top
And then there is
Tricklethrum
And then
Silence
We were guttermouthed
We have been stormdrained
We are now washed clean
We are the collective pronoun
We are as one
We are still
At peace.
Meaning
I woke to the sound of rain on our roof, such a gorgeous overhead thing lying in the warmth of our bed - when we haven't had much wet weather to speak of. It's about our individuality/ common humanity. I love inventing words - how do you describe the slower rate of rain on a tin roof where you can hear individual drops whilst the roar is still resonating in your mind and the tin still reflects and amplifies the dulled splats. Then like God turned off the tap - an awesome silence - all these sound and moments are an epiphany - the centre of the poem. Then our transformation - using plumbing metaphors the welcome value of life giving water - how it sustains and renews us - and with allusions to its awesome power - this being a second depth metaphor to our spiritual renewal. Combining the nuts and bolts of language,semantics,water and the illusion? of of our individuality the end reflects the middle and beginning of the poem.
