Sunday, July 24, 2011

distant fire

dusk closes in
a smothering grey
blanket
at
my
back

air is pungent with humidity
the clouds are a curtain
ripped to
show
distant
fire

i should have left earlier
before the storm
but never
mind
now

i pedal towards home
air crackles as lightning
awakens
the
ground

drop of rain sizzles
on my cheek
a
spattering
of
flame

from
the
ember-crowned
clouds
above.

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful description of the approaching storm. It reminded me of myself as a 13 year old peddling home in a storm and closing my eyes and saying please let get me home soon... only to swerve off the road into the verge!

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  2. Isn't it amazing how many times we are in the wrong place at the wrong time, when just five minutes earlier or later would have made all the difference to our well-being? Good descriptive poem.

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  3. your poetry is beautiful and enrichening! keep writing!=)

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  4. Terms like, "ember-crowned clouds" bring this powerful poem to another level. This is my first trip to your blog. I'm so glad I found it. It’s a beautiful thing with vastly different ages find a common ground.

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  5. This is lovely.
    A vivid description of an impending storm.

    You penned it beautifully.

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  6. An apt and artistic depiction of a thunderstorm. Those of us who live with them will appreciate the picture you paint.

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