AllTheGhosts...

DREAM/ LO ST/ ART

Thursday 9 April 2009

And then there's a CRASH!

Of Lightning, majestic and frightening.
She hides in the closet, shaking but quiet.
The flashes in this house come often and in bouts.
Throw shards into shadow, make fragile spectres: borrowed.
Clamp your eyes, hold down - wait.
It will pass.

1 comment:

SquirrelQueen said...

Sounds like an incredible storm.
It may sound strange but I really like the power of such a storm.
Love your writing.
SQ