Poem: Tempest


Tempest

The noise in the night
slit my throat.
Listening for the creep of Death
I hear the sudden hiss
of rain rolling off a prairie storm.
Wide open as my eyes
Mother sky’s tempest thighs
birthing midnight squall.

 


rhon drinkwater © 2009

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