Thursday, 16 July 2009

Storm Born

"First Attempt"




Storm Born

There was a place for daugthers
In the cupbord
A dark place
Mystery-full of stories and storms
Much like the hot nights of August
The prayer for one sweet breeze
Yet all you got was the

Rainless destruction
Thunderous rumbling

A deep plowing of earth

Dark grooves of knowledge left behind.

1 comment:

  1. OOOH, I love this one so much, beautiful poem!