The Coming Storm
The Coming Storm
Forlorn pregnant expectancy,
Sky belly swollen,
A neonate of dark violence,
Gathers under crying skirts,
Once puffed white pride,
Now taken to the dark side,
Paparazzi flash indolence,
Natures media hot wired,
Lightening fused nostrils,
As the battery taste surrounds,
Hair rejects servitude, levitating,
Van de Graaff stasis discharged,
But always the ominous threat,
Of a war unleashed none survives.
@Andrew Carnegie, Stormy Wiltshire, 14th Jan 2017.
Copyright © Andrew Carnegie | Year Posted 2017
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