STORM

 

 

Uncontrolled illumination

Dances attention on

A black, velvet background.

Well defined roads

Illuminate the heavenly map.

The flashes of light,

Interespersed now

With a crescendo of sounds:

Like God's Bowling Alley.

Violently, the two combine together:

An orchestrated display of pyrotechnics

Building up to fever pitch,

Then gradually abating.

Silent now;

The sky returns

To black normality.

Nature's show is over.

Copyright Peter Jones 1994

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