The Storm
Thermite skies burning through the storm
Hapless waves contort their form
Every whisper cottoned with a foaming roar
Shoreline beaten and eroded
Tryst becomes a love affair
Oiled dabs and daubs
Rinsed highlights splattered with death blacks
Mesmerised by storms eye quiet lack
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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