The Angry Sky
Intruding the evening and throbbing like pain
there's a gathering contusion of purple and blue
that fills the horizon, and rattles the plains
With a change in the air, and foreboding, it weighs
turning the sky into gun-metal gray
There are birds I can see, that have bent every limb,
hovering high in the cottonwoods, while cocking their heads..
A hawk circles low over fields growing grain,
scanning for shelter, sensing the rain
Bold, unafraid, something shatters the bones
of an earth that is weary, .. thirsty, and worn
It scatters the birds as we look up the road
where the sun has retreated and troops have composed
There is pathos, confusion, in wind driven clouds
swept in from the rim of darkness, and now
the tongue of a serpent has severed the sky
bleaching the landscape, and blinding the eye.
Earth trembles in pain, dueling swords will collide
Count to ten, as they say, sparks will fly once again
The war isn't over……… Take cover and run!
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2/23/18
Contest: "Describe a thunder storm without the sense of sound"
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
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