Fury

Lorna



Thunderous awakening

On morning's breaking

By bolt tossing Olympians

Furious champions in their sky kingdom

Who like tantrumed children

Tear gashes in the day's first light

And rend open heaven's cisterns

With wanton blows

Sending rivulets of drops

And gushes of small rivers running

To escape the wrath above

 

 

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Comments6

  • Poetic Dan

    Love this and the energy you gave the beauty of nature we could write endless about.

    Thank you

  • Doggerel Dave

    Thanks Lorna – that ‘s a very vivid account of a thunder storm…in the morning? For me they seem to occur late afternoon or evening here.

    I suppose you don’t want to hear my interpretation of such an event? No? Thought not…too late:
    The heavy booted fellas upstairs are shifting the furniture again. They’ve knocked the water tank in the process and it is pouring out. The water has short circuited the electricity supply and there are flashes everywhere…

    • Lorna

      And the fish are dead on the floor....... and the womenfolk had to clean up the mess. G'day!

      • Doggerel Dave

        Too right - the blokes had done the heavy lifting (buggered it up, but never mind) so it's the very least they can do - I hope they made a good fish pie to help keep their menfolk's strength up...How yer goin - orright?

      • Laura🌻

        Lorna,

        Thank you for sharing a spot on description of last night’s storm…trees are down strewn in the middle of the street others resting on some cars. Ironically they were going to be pruned today and tomorrow.

        I like the contrast between your choice of the pic and Beethoven’s symphony.

        Laura 🌻

        • Lorna

          Thanks L - but what in the world the jet taking off has to do with anything I can't guess! Lol..........

          • Laura🌻

            Ah…that mighty jet!! 🤭

            All I had on my mind was the horrible storm I witnessed last night and the destruction it left behind.
            Of course there are many kinds of storms out there that cause panic and devastation. I hope there aren’t too many casualties as a result.

          • Coyote

            Nice use of metaphore in this superb poem Lorna. Love the symphony as well.

            • Lorna

              thank you!

            • dusk arising

              I had to put my rubber boots on to read your poem. Well theres sure plenty of inspiration falling from the skies where I live for a poem like this to be written.
              Strong powerful words.

              • Lorna

                Thanks! It must be raining everywhere today.........

              • Accidental Poet

                Stormy here today too, but not as scary as your poem describes. Love the video, especially the laughing baby at the end. 😉



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