Rich jet-black sky,
lightning flashes.
Thunder is nigh,
hear the crashes.
Globe’s vibrating,
due to a storm.
Escalating,
craves to perform.
Massive power,
electric might.
Midnight hour,
elements fight.
Scan canopy,
see lethal fire.
Deft devilry,
shock supplier.
Swift piercing light,
the heavens roar.
Fantastic sight,
climate at war.
© Ernestine Northover
The sights and sounds of the storm, you paint them well Ernestine, there is much majesty and mayhem combined within the approaching turbulance Love duncan X
I loved reading this Ernestine, I felt as though I was standing watching the storm with you, great imagery, nature in all its glory,10 Lynda xx
Ernestine down here in the south I have its rumbling within the rain, but no flashes seen. Fantastic imagery. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have created a powerful stormy atmosphere in this piece Ernestine. Great write. Love Andrew x