Wielding axes of thunder,
storms are brewing bluster;
arriving at a gallop,
skidding hooves on dust
and steaming gravel
of a droughted summer
seeded by chickweed, nettles,
docks and groundsel,
and flowering grassy surges
of dandelions that spatter
brightly on the verges,
thirsting for some pitter-patter.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix: Storms
Teresa welcomes us back to Saturday’s Mix, where we are focusing on storms as Texas is bracing for a hurricane. She also shares ‘The Hurricane’, a poem by William Cullen Bryant.
Teresa says our storms don’t have to be literal; they could be metaphors for larger conflicts in our personal lives or in society.
Here’s a draft that needs some work. I’ve used the ‘dreaded’ continuous -ing form, the one we’re told to avoid, to create a sense of anticipation.
2 thoughts on “Anticipating Storms”
Beautiful-tragic scenes. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you, Dorna!