written in Response to the Beast from The East
the clouds rolled and boiled Black and grey with purples and dirty yellow ochres all mixing in a turmoil a palette of destruction a cacophony of whooshing sound enough to scare the most hardened of Sailors.
The rain came down in torrents hard enough to cut through skin....lighting strikes thunder roars.....the very Heavens rent asunder by Gods anger.
We cower and hide in our caves hoping for the cessation of the Storm for times to return to normality, blue skies gentle breeze and sun warming our backs a time to relax and gather strengths for surely the Storm will return its the never ending cycle of Nature and all that it demands from us is that we endure...........
Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2018-03-21 at 23:43
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The Storm
The Storm rolled in building in intensity from a strong breeze to a Tempestthe clouds rolled and boiled Black and grey with purples and dirty yellow ochres all mixing in a turmoil a palette of destruction a cacophony of whooshing sound enough to scare the most hardened of Sailors.
The rain came down in torrents hard enough to cut through skin....lighting strikes thunder roars.....the very Heavens rent asunder by Gods anger.
We cower and hide in our caves hoping for the cessation of the Storm for times to return to normality, blue skies gentle breeze and sun warming our backs a time to relax and gather strengths for surely the Storm will return its the never ending cycle of Nature and all that it demands from us is that we endure...........
Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2018-03-21 at 23:43
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