along the western coasts

and isles

swirling spirals in bronze, gold

megalith stones
and dun hillforts

their storms are riders

clattering hooves

sparks flashing

the call of the hunters

along the forrested skerries

in planed down mountains

ringling dragons dancing
wood-carved
roaring sea foam

their storms a driver

billy goats braying
hammer hardhitting
giant slayer, troll flayer

my storms are as maginificent
wild winds tumbling
atoms and electricity
the magic of science
without a face