"Why?" - A poem by Martin Binnington

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The Perfect Man - A Poem by Martin Binnington

 

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Storm

"The nature of the storm"

 by Martin Binnington (2013)

 

A summer's day,

hot, clammy;

the calm before the storm.

Warm air feels thick

like invisible soup;

almost tangible.

White clouds are forming,

running together, spreading

outwards and up.

The world holds its breath.

It feels the charge

of nature unbalanced.

Clouds become darker, but

lit from inside, like

a 70s blacklight.

Floodgates are opened,

great torrents unleashed;

vengeful raindrops descend.

A blinding flash, then another.

Plasma bolts rip through

the fabric of the sky.

Still blinded, a rumble heard

that starts in the bones

then starts to grow.

A crash, a roll of

great planet-sized drums

being struck repeatedly...

Then silence.

The wind, which was whipping

leaves from the trees,

ushers spent clouds away.

The balance restored,

the rain eases up

leaving a smell of ozone.

The sun re-emerges,

like a parent come home.

No need to be frightened,

the storm is over.

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