Storm Poem by Aminat Opatola

Storm



Shades are seen,
darkness invade through shattering branches,
the cricket savouring in their tulip nontides.
The birds chirp flying across the dark deserts,
the animals battered into their trashed abode,
the waves of gale pulls helpless sands and roam around the streets in violence,
roofs rooted away, windows dispersed on bloated roads,
cars sinked in the bane of crafty floads,
restless spirits sways through roaring winds.
Behold! The storm trangress,
humans babels and run helplessly,
the earth storm descend,
trilling to convey powers and loosing strapless wind to batter the earth,
Darkness stands in the day as a spirit of nile,
near, far, above and below,
market women hides, flapping the plumes of anger and cries,
the wind flings their goods across the growling storm,
oh! The earth is crying, angry and battling. Whistling winds, cold waters, avenging storm. Turning sods into clay and houses into rivers,
Here, the world is quiet into the thicker eyes of the storm.
It halt, skies showing its lights,
trills are abated as it cease upon the quietness of the earth.
Faces are relaxed as the sun beam pierce through wet curtains of shattered houses.
Booooooom,
a thurder is heard awakening the fierce nature of the wind,
all over again,
The storm began.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aminat opatola 13 April 2018

Thanks dearie, i realy appreciate.

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Anugo J Edoka 12 April 2018

i really can relate to this, nice work

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