That Dark, Inconsolable Sky Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

I passed through the fields that were rutted and ploughed
As the lightning did flash and the thunder roared loud,
While nearer and nearer the storm gathered force
Unmoving, unerring it followed its course,
Soon overhead the rain started to fall
As the puddles were forming I heard the owl call,
Its screech pierced the air and that harsh deathly cry
Did ring through that dark, inconsolable sky.

Yet I carried on with my heart filled with fear
Whilst hoping and praying the storm clouds would clear,
With nowhere to shelter from harsh driving rain
That would not relent and did yield so much pain,
The wind played a tune as it wailed and did moan
Through the talons of branches that did creak and did groan,
Still the tears of the evening reluctant to dry
As they fell from that dark, inconsolable sky.

I longed for the moonlight to break through the cloud
Still the lightning did flash and the thunder roared loud,
I was lost and alone and I cared not to stay
Yet abandoned was I for I knew not the way,
Through heath land and heather I crossed over fell
So cold and so hungry with nowhere to dwell,
I sank to my knees and I started to cry
As I looked to that dark, inconsolable sky.