Storm clouds …

Trenowth 006

Dark brood the clouds over the sea;
shadows of foreboding sweep inshore.
Sharp rain in the wind, a deserted beach;
colours drained away, night now in the day ..
no ships on the horizon, no birds on the wing
the tumult of storm contained overhead
in cumulus towers .. glowering.
Dark brood the clouds over us
rising waves of war presage the storm.
The world waits .. inchoate, anchorless
while nebulous powers
attain a prophetic flowering … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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