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
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #227, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
writing in north norfolk 
Outstanding imagery and you leave us with much to ponder
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Thank you, Jae.
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Wonderful work indeed. Especially enjoyed S3 (esp the black migraine image); don’t know if you intended the rhyme, but it really works. My hat’s off.
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Thank you kindly, Ron.
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“a black migraine of a thunderstorm” … gosh that is such an apt and powerful image, Kim! 💜
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Thanks Sanaa! 💙
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I’m speechless! That was incredibly beautiful and full of imagery 😊
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Thank you so much, Christine! 😊
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That second stanza is brilliant Kim! Love this!
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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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Thank you, Pat. I love image prompts and ekphrastic poetry, and this particular image grabbed my attention and sparked the imagination.
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it’s a wonderful image … full of possibilities 😉
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Beautifully written! I can almost feel the crackling tension of a coming story.
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Thank you, Jen!
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Wonderful. I can see it all – the stubbled fields, the boomerang birds. Ekphrastic poetry at its best. Lovely images and good work writing about the end of summer.
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Thank you, lovely Tony!
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Toni….LOL
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Apologies Toni! It’s time to kick out the Kindle.
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My tongue and lips and ears are enjoying the alliteration, this tastes sooo yummy aloud. And the images, so alive, full of movement, showing Nature… happening.
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Thank you, lovely Magaly.
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What beautiful words to read. If you have any of that send it over to the east coast states of Australia we need it badly as rain hasn’t fallen much this winter.
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Thank you, Robin. I hope you all get some respite soon.
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Loved the imagery! that was really fabulous… so appropriate for the picture prompt
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Thank you so much, Anya!
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An iconic rendering of a swelling storm breaking loose! Great write, Kim! 🙂
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Thank you, Frank! 😊
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My pleasure, Kim! 🙂
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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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Thank you for your close reading and comments, Rommy.
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Oh, I love this, so visual, atmospheric. Your ending is superb!
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Thank you, Susie!
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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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Thank you so much for your kind comments, Victoria!
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A wonderful poem, one of my favs of your’s!!
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Thank you, Annell!
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