Wednesday, 7 September 2011

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 said...

Love the poem, Claire:)

katswhiskers said...

Claire, you took me through the storm build up beautifully. You always write exquisitely.

Claire said...

thanks Dee, Kat. Kat thanks for the push!

Corinne Fenton said...

Beautiful beautiful. (now I'm having time to look.)

Janeen Brian said...

just lovely!

Janeen
x

Claire said...

Thanks Corinne and Janeen!