by Steve Tanham
Blazing Orange Sky
—
While breath says, “Look!”
And fingers point
The blazing orange sky darkens
Instantly
And sizzling ebony cracks
On nascent chaos’ edge
With dreadful, teasing wait–the ‘s’ of gasp
As agitated air, long tormented, breaks
Into the cracks, between the worlds, unseen before,
Strike Thor’s electron seas of boiling rage
Which seize from land
And rip from sky
To shock the gazing lower self
Mute watcher on the darkening soil
While rolling cannons roar…
Tsunami sound, whose child is pouring rain
“We are still here, Albion,” cry the elemental gods,
Still watching, waiting, as you run
And sometimes, anything but silent…
©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
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Thank you, Stu.
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This is beautiful. I love the wording!
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