Storm clouds jostle on the horizon,
ballooning and glowering,
they threaten to burst.
They have banished the full moon
to the depths of a lake
and inflated a weather balloon,
set it free to rise
high above the billowing mass –
it’ll be raining soon.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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My response to dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille – Balloon
De has chosen the word ‘balloon’ for this week’s Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words.