Ian Bowen

Before The Storm - Poem by Ian Bowen

It was one of those moments
when nothing moved.
Silence held its breath,
and any sign of a breeze
had been sent to bed with no supper.
In the static-still, pond waters,
flesh, fish and bone,
hid under rock and stone.
Birds found the biggest trees,
dug in their claw-like heels,
forgot all about... their wormy meals.
Deep in underground holes,
rabbits, foxes, stoats and moles
closed their eyes
as if in hibernation mode...

waiting for the mother lode.

Comments about Before The Storm by Ian Bowen

  • (2/5/2010 8:16:00 AM)

    Flowing, You have a real talent of words... so discriptive and easily pictured when reading......10 (Report) Reply

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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (2/3/2010 3:09:00 AM)

    do you know the band 'Casting Crowns'? ... anyway, that doesn't matter...

    the poem is really good.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010

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