The Storm

Darkening skies;

 silence. 

Birds dart high

in updraughts.

 Whisper…

 Wind…

sound comes in

rumbles as rolling

clouds cover the last

of the blue hope

and then

 CRACK!

Burst of light,

gust of thunderous

gale and rain.

 Cover me. 

Cover me in tin and timber. 

Cover you in prayer. 

Cover us in white-

knuckle clasp

as we wait

and watch the ceiling. 

Chaos finds its rhythm. 

Our breathing settles

in. 

We make sense

of the rising tide

and make plans. 

Plans to repair,

to find,

to return. 

On the return of first

light,

of the warming yellow

revealed

by curtsied clouds,

we move surreptitiously

to take stock,

renew,

rebuild. 

Renaissance.

Reviews

[James William Dyer]

I loved the layout especially the right-justification, which gave it the effect of being blown to the right like words blown against a wall in a storm. It would be interesting to leave a few words straggling along the left-justification, especially at specific points of interest, to draw upon the wind blown effect. For instance, the words "whisper" and "wind" and "cover me" could be closer to the right-justification to dfraw the reader's attention to those points, and if that positioning was translated all the way through the poem it would really look like words blown in a wind. The section of "of the blue hope

and then

CRACK!", I thought it would sound better without the "and then", just the CRACK!. All said, great stuff, especially the "cover me in tin and timber"

[captain]

a painted words of the dark skies...i like it

[Lushan]

Thank you, Captain. :)