The Prophet, by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Man on Crutch and Woman with Umbrella, by Bill Traylor, approx. 1940.

The Prophet

The man in the hat
points to the sky
tells the lady it’s
going to pour frogs
better open her umbrella.
Creatures don’t fall from
the sky   only rain
I’m not worried
she says haughty-like.
That’s why I’ve got a crutch
and no leg
answers the man in the hat
I paid no mind to warnings    
now look.
Oh dear   says the lady
and hurries on.

Tricia Marcella Cimera

This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge.

Tricia Marcella Cimera will forever be an obsessed reader and lover of words. Look for her work in these diverse places: Buddhist Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Fox Adoption, Hedgerow, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Stepping Stones, Yellow Chair Review, and elsewhere.  She has a micro collection of water-themed poems called THE SEA AND A RIVER on the Origami Poems Project website.  Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland).  She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox.

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