Scudding across a

tormented space, furious foes of light and

oppressive indigo

rage wet breath,

mingling spears of light with leaves and dust and

cold, hard, layered stones.

Loud collisions—claps

of heaven’s violent


deafen we who run for


(acrostic poem-10-11)

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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4 Responses to Stormclouds

  1. nirlep says:

    Hey! this is beautiful. The poem goes so well with the picture.
    Thanks for sharing

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