A poem for National Poetry Week

storm

the earth holds her breath

and the air hangs

heavy as a sleeping child

far away

thunder rumbles a warning

and the wind puffs

tiny cool-breath promises

clouds boil and bubble

darken and double

and light drops

sudden as a lightbolt

it arrives

stormbreath

stormlight

stormroar

sky empties

angry fistful after fistful

rainballs

bouncing sliding running away until

the earth wakes fresh

the day begins again

6 Comments

Dee White on September 7, 2011 at 6:03 pm

Love the poem, Claire:)
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katswhiskers on September 7, 2011 at 10:12 pm

Claire, you took me through the storm build up beautifully. You always write exquisitely.
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Claire on September 9, 2011 at 11:33 am

thanks Dee, Kat. Kat thanks for the push!
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Corinne Fenton on September 20, 2011 at 10:00 am

Beautiful beautiful. (now I'm having time to look.)
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Janeen Brian on September 27, 2011 at 1:47 pm

just lovely!

Janeen
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Claire on October 11, 2011 at 5:32 pm

Thanks Corinne and Janeen!
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