Poems of Passing Fancy

Stormy Fires

I looked out the window.

Another flash caressed the sky.

A rolling drum following in a crescendo of percussion

as the sky's tears roll down the clear face.

Another blink as hot sparks touch the oblivion.

A clash of cymbals muffled by a crackle.

Red tongues licking the glowing charcoal.

Liquid stones clash against the field in defiance.

Creating a symphony of beating drums

And clapping gods filling the darkness in light

For only a second, their wrath unleashed

For only a second the outside is bright.

The roar of the sky does not phase the red

It's flickering glow calm and full.

I looked out the window

The percussion still playing its tune

In time to the fingers twisting and flicking

Showing its defiance in a calm crackle

A clocks lazy hand with a constant ticking

Is oblivious to all of the fighting

As it keeps time to the thunder and fire.