Last Night Poem by james watkin

Last Night



Through a lightning's gash
By a war-like clash
Nigh blinded! Oh what bedlam!
Then the expulsion
Of something, yond the realms of
Washed up repulsion!

With its dragon's wings
And its bellowings
What flew down our street; over
Rooftops; yours, mine.
Great fear, formed a storm from out.
Greatest accursed sign.

Sunday, May 16, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: storm
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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