THE STORM

During the night a storm erupted

holding us hostage

under a cabin roof. 

I lit small candles when the power went down,

the night became a sightless eye

 

and we were afloat, unblinking

in the coracle of a disturbed dream;

tall pines thrashed the sky

whose shimmer was a dance

to thunderous applause from the rain. 

◄ BEWARE

NOT BERKELEY SQUARE ►

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raypool

Mon 22nd Aug 2022 12:30

Thank you all Frederick, Tom, Jordyn, Graham, Stephen, Holden and K. Lynn for likes.

Thank you Carol, very scary experience I can assure you.

Great response Stephen thanks! Heavily edited this one so it needed to be concise. The rain has been a bit contrary with us in Surrey too, but typing this now we've had three water butts full!

Ray

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 16th Aug 2022 17:15

Ten lines of near-perfection, Ray. Beautiful and not a word wasted. Still waiting for the rain where I am.

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Mon 15th Aug 2022 22:15

Love this!

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