Storm

[danny_]

Now here's a little playing about with a very common thing - a storm. Critique, comment, whatever you like. I put it in this section because it's more experimental and a practice of vocabulary as a method of brush-strokes to paint a picture. There's no abstract or hidden meaning. Just attempt at an image.

Storm

Wind heralds energy;
leaves withdraw,
trees excitedly sway.

The gust introduces a flash,
makes the park electric,
deafens the air.

Everyone is gone.
They left before what now fully manifests
in a sky-splitting fissure.

Latches are already locked,
still a moist breath whistles
through the cracks.

The room buzzes with quiet alarm.
From somewhere comes the edge
of sound-
slow pristine cracking,
like the crystal surface of a lake
passing the limit of its burden,
when trails of bursting shards
draw miles of damage in an instant-

and it suddenly collapses,
frequencies plummeting into vibration,
every glassware rattling,
every muscle quiverring,

everybody frozen in time.