Cloud Busting

A bitter sky 
with clouds the shade 
of jealous green
just above the horizon.
Temperature dropped,
birdsongs stopped.

Angry clouds spewed 
malevolent drops.
The cuckoo 
hid in its antique clock.

Earth and its
dusty, withered grass
so desperate for a drink,
a drink at last,
quietly began to sink
as water gathered deep,
drowning it’s simple goodness.

The roses now lie broken,
forlorn petals 
among a flooded wasteland.

Lightening splits 
the unforgiving sky.

A dog somewhere shakes, 
shakes and trembles
with formidable fear.

Photographer: Rebecca Askew


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