Storm Song

by sibyllene   Sep 4, 2011


Thunder clouds, coffee brown
roll and rumble over town.
Kitty on the windowsill,
eyes are watching birds that trill and
dive for cover, eyes that wish as
tails swish and claws unsheath in hooks
that spring to kill.

Down the rain in gutters pouring, windows
whine and oaks are roaring, poplars shudder
sparrows flutter, buffeted beating bucking soaring
down, down with beady eyes, to shuffle their nests and hope their best that wind and rain and birds can
compromise.

My cat gives one more killing look,
stalks the pages of my book, then curls up,
indifferent now, as clouds and branches have their row
and bustle strutting darkly overhead.

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  • 13 years ago

    by sibyllene

    It's all about the rhythm, maaaaan. Like, ya know?

  • 13 years ago

    by Jordan

    Shit, sorry about the double post there. Although now that I'm back I'd like to insert this before the last line:

    "and then BLAMMO, no rhyme at the end of the poem."

  • 13 years ago

    by Jordan

    "eyes are watching birds that trill and
    dive for cover, eyes that wish as
    tails swish and claws unsheath in hooks
    that spring to kill."

    "down, down with beady eyes, to shuffle their nests and hope their best that wind and rain and birds can
    compromise."

    It's great how you splash rhymes here and there. And even though you hit the reader with a rhyme on the last line in each of these stanzas, they hit on a different note, or maybe at a different pace each time.

    You keep us on our toes.

  • 13 years ago

    by Jordan

    "eyes are watching birds that trill and
    dive for cover, eyes that wish as
    tails swish and claws unsheath in hooks
    that spring to kill."

    "down, down with beady eyes, to shuffle their nests and hope their best that wind and rain and birds can
    compromise."

    It's great how you splash rhymes here and there. And even though you hit the reader with a rhyme on the last line in each of these stanzas, they hit on a different note, or maybe at a different pace each time.

    You keep us on our toes.

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