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Poem: Thunder


sticky summer heat
searing soles of feet
solid air thick with
anticipation
as charcoal black clouds
rumble low grumble
raindrops like marbles
dusty silver puffs
bounce of the pavement
we scurry like ants
fleeing our picnic
seeking quick shelter
before the crackling
sky lets it all out
sharp electric jag
etching oxygen
and breaking our ears

sweet mother earth is
slow dancing with
sly old father sky.

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4 responses

  1. the visuals you create in this piece are fabulous, Merlin– evoking such memories, images and feelings. I too love the last few lines.. perfection from you!

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    1. You folks are much too kind in your words – and you should write more of them. Really appreciate the feedback 🙂

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  2. Very evocative – and I love those last three lines. I’ll never see a thunder storm in the same way again… H x

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    1. Thank you so very much! It was late and there was a hint of storm. So that shaped these words.

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