Vigilant on the moody moor,
the beacon drew its fire
from the brewing storm,
leeching potency from the clouds,
filling the giant’s chalice,
not with small beer
(not by any stretch of the imagination)
but with Thor’s thunderous percussion
and the hammering of rain,
ale fit for a leviathan.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Sue has given us as inspiration this amazing image of an unlit beacon against a stormy sky.