Celtic Weather

Clouds crowded together
Cramming shoulders blue sparks
Snapping lightning glaring searching
For someone or something to rain on
Twisting and boiling in angry gray clumps
The wind of their thrashing exploding on trees
They race with abandon berserkers in rage
Tearing and thrashing thunderous crashing
Blindly headlong as they wage
War on the world they engage
Bent on destruction they riot and roar
Without thinking or reason
Rebellious and bilious
Unruly and wild to the core

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

Blindly headlong as they wage
War on the world they engage
Bent on destruction they riot and roar
Without thinking or reason
Rebellious and bilious
Unruly and wild to the core

by far my favorite lines of this poem. The imagery was spot on. Great write!

Brette

[Chiquita]

My favorite line: "Unruly and wild to the core".

I can see the green fields cowering for fear of the rain and the trees bending in the wind. I am not sure but there may be a castle in the distance. In the foreground there is a rebellious storm. Perhaps hiding behind the storm is a couple intertwined in a forbidden embrace before a smoldering pete fire.

Ok, so my imagination ran with this one. You have set a vivid scene. Thank you.