My Messenger
One of the first to land, it took me by surprise
because bright sunrays glowed behind an ashen cloud.
Upon the glass-topped table, right before my eyes
this tiny pearl of wonder came to me, avowed
its army, made of millions, soon would override,
to smother every garden, grassland, bushes, trees.
It warned me to seek shelter, quickly run inside
before the fast, relentless force drove in to seize.
Its shiny dome reflected darkness from the sky.
How long had it been falling till it landed here?
The first to make it through, the siege to verify,
my messenger, a raindrop, braved the atmosphere
and warned me to take cover, quickly run and hide,
'fore army, made of millions, drowned the countryside.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: The Raindrop
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 11/25/2018
Sonnet, written in Iambic Hexameter
12 syllables, 6 feet per line
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment