Ell Ell


The Storm - Poem by Ell Ell

Past the flames, orange and stilted;
and the moon's light floods the lonely fields.
Something stirs in midnight's silence.
The wind howls and echoes by.

Sweeping the fields and turning grass;
breaking the necks of its bloodied roses.
The naked arms of the birch trees rustle
as the rain lashes and glistens below

until a flash of thunder; silver-white
burns the sky and lights the green.
The emerald shines and its knife blades thrash.
The glass rattles and the fire flickers.


Comments about The Storm by Ell Ell

  • Rookie - 68 Points Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (7/30/2012 10:41:00 AM)

    A very vivid description detailing the force of nature. Very well penned. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 68 Points Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (7/30/2012 10:40:00 AM)

    A very vivid description detailing the force of nature. Very well penned. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 7, 2012


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