The ashen raindrop
Volcanic spat and gracefully fleeing,
clawing free from cloying breath.
Flame and fire, bolt and thunder
Lofty pride puffs its wheezing lungs.
Pumice stone, hiss possessed,
Soar and tumble, spew and tremble,
pyroclastic gush, clean sweep scrapes
Its hellish gush claws the land.
As pumice specks float on layers new,
Tumble- turn- spin, climbs to climes.
Clouded cold as tears cling to specks,
And weighted grief drags them down.
Freefalling grace and rainbow hewn,
Falling to destruction and soft explosions.
They assault the growling beauty beast,
As its serpents hiss rages at rest.
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013