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Thursday, 3 May 2012


The sky had grumbled off and on
we should have known
that something was afoot
even before the dark cloud spat
its spume flakes of bright light,
tasering the trees before our eyes.

The wind intensified
white balls bounced waist high from the grass,
the roof of the conservatory broke forth
with automatic weaponfire. Meanwhile

the children on the square
who had at first shrieked out excitedly
now shrieked quite differently,
each wet and in distress
at his stung hands and face.

And then the cold began to penetrate,
blossom was knocked from flowering trees
and petals from the tulips in their beds.

But at the end
was nothing left of spectacle
except a deeper and more distant grumbling.


Windsmoke. said...

We've had our fair share of storms like that in recent times down here in Oz :-).

Elisabeth said...

The sounds of a storm can be more exciting than the gifts/weather they bring. Thanks Dave. This storm sounds to me like warfare.

The Elephant's Child said...

I think that many of us have weathered storms just like this. Thanks Dave.

jabblog said...

Beautiful description of a storm - better to be endured indoors than out.

Anonymous said...

This is wonderful. So well-described and vivid. I especially like the metamorphosis of children's reaction. Well done. k.

Anonymous said...

PS - updated my elephant Munch, Dave--not that it matters and thanks for your kind comment--but to link to another blog. Really just commented on the out-of-whackness of 120 million. Crazy.

I really enjoy your steady output, always at such a high quality. K.

Tabor said...

Very vivid description of the electric and angry power of a storm and how quickly it dissipates.

Brian Miller said...

goodness...makes me think of being caught in a hail storm...been there and those buggers can surely hurt...love a good storm though in all its awesome power...

kaykuala said...

A stormy weather can be very intimidating and very unsettling. And how so vividly described in your verse. Great write Dave!


Tommaso Gervasutti said...

Yes,yes. That is what I always perceive at the end of a storm...and I have a poem which can "converse" with yours.

Mary said...

Well written, Dave. We really had some threatening storms here today. My weather radio was constantly bleeping.

haricot said...

Your description provoke something more than storm, even thoigh the lines are written in detail concretly. And I like the metaphorical image.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

saw the title of this one below your Clarian sonnet, and had to check it out. Tells much the same story as my Clarian sonnet attempt.

Dave King said...

We too!

Yes, I agree about the gifts. Thanks.

The Elephant's Child
Too many just recently, I feel!

Thank you. Yes, I sure wouldn't have wanted to be out in that one!

Many thanks for this. The motivation for writing the poem began with the children's reactions.
And thanks for the kind concluding line.

Yes indeed, especially these summer ones.

These hailstones really hurt the children to judge by their reactions.

Thank you for this. Really appreciated.

Thanks for the comment - and the fine poem to converse.

Seems endless just now - and in a drought, and all!

Really do appreciate this comment. Thank you so much for it.

Marbles in My Pocket
Many thanks for stopping by to say.

Ygraine said...

Aah, the anger of Mother Nature at her fiercest!
There's something truly facinating about a thunderstorm when you really look and listen, isn't there?