The Storm
A poem about a storm
The storm is coming
brewing up.
In the sky
the wind rumbles
distorting
everyone's
daily lives.
*
Rain lashes
against window panes.
The trees sway
violently,
ferocious in the night,
falling treacherously,
blocking our roads
where no vehicle
can go.
*
Journeys are abandoned.
The storm heightens
bringing terror.
It shatters our day.
A rumbling roar
whistling and spitting,
blowing us away.
*
We stay trapped
in our homes
listening to the wind
howling, hissing, wailing.
A horror,
a dull existence,
an angry vision
no one wants
to endure.
*
We wait it out
hoping it will go.
We need it
to pass,
for it brings
a boredom
as we
listen to
the howling, whistling wind.
*
It finally stops.
The clouds clear.
Widening and white.
A spurt of light
reaches out,
a beaming brightness
finally lurking
slowly but surely,
it's the sun
come to brighten
our day.
*
©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.
This poem is also published on Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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A wonderfully visual poem. Excellent words.
Very visual imagery.