Copper acres turned to tinder
below the cloudy bowl
gorged with the soundless majesty
of cumulonimbus and cumuli.

Even the swifts had left the sky,
and with them summer; no more shapes
like black boomerangs
on a breaking-wave horizon.

It swelled gradually, a black migraine
of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble
fit to burst in a shimmering downpour
of warm rain on crackling stubble.

Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2018

– CityVarsity

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #227, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform

35 thoughts on “Impending

  1. I really love the second stanza – the image of birds in the sky, the boomerang – and how you’ve word played on elements in the image, using it as a source of inspiration, to collect the summer’s bounty, for as stubbled as it is, and then comparing it to a migraine – the impending storm; rich and lovely for the potency within.

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  2. The descriptions here are amazing. I’ve heard that migraine sufferers sometimes have bad episodes when a thunderstorm rolls in. You took that link and created a rich piece that brings the storm to life.

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  3. I love your keen eye, the crackling stubble of a harvested crop now tinder, the storm so huge that even the birds have fled, and the black migraine of a thunderstorm is the most perfect description of the pressure and impending doom of this storm. I love this!

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