Opal Literary is a literary journal established in 2020 by three active creatives. Their mission is simple: to give space to emerging writers who inspire the reader to think out of the box.
With rolling submissions Opal Lit is the perfect place to get your poems out there, published each month their prose and poetry gives a glimpes at the work emerging writers and artisits.
I wrote this poem rapidly, without pause or breath. It was more of an outpouring than a poem. In London’s winter months I long for warmer weather, for reviving rain (not this dank drizzel shit we keep getting) and for the movement that comes with it. Therres something about a good rain storm that can shake the stagnancy from your bones and wash you clean. That’s the core of this short poem.
Monsoon Season
It’s torrential and I have never found myself Hidden sweet between the pages of a good book on a hot sun day or in the lyrics of slow sung song but here at the slid door with just loose enough a latch here at the edge of the world where the wetness on the pane pools at my fingertip, pressed I am cool and it is blood warm drowning rain, duck-perfect rain to fill your lungs with rain to fix your soul Rain to wash in, dig your toes to root walk heavy stepped through sodden grass rain to drive the worms for air to shake mosquitoes into frenzy It’s torrential little drips of dying and fresh air gulp of life
OPAL LIT // DECEMBER 2020
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