As the dusty pink
essence loiters in the air,
atoms fuse,
creating sparks in
the charcoal clouds.
Like a giant awaking from
a peaceful sleep,
the skies blacken,
the thunder cries.
Rain cascades
like an overflowing river,
gushing down the
tarmac streets.
Electric pulses appear
like boney fingers.
A storm has arrived,
we flee with the birds,
find shelter in our nested homes.
We watch from our windows
as Mother Nature grumbles.
We wait for the incandescent glow
to emerge through a
space in the clouds,
a rainbow to form,
sunlight to find its way
back again.
- EJ
©Emma-Jane Barlow,
all words are my own.
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A Collection Of Poetry (EJPoetry)
PoetryA collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.
