Ticket to Write – 44

The Wings of the Storm

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I wish I could paint like Turner.
Reach out with a paintbrush
& pick up the clouds
lying like a bulwark
of tumbled rough stones
along the horizon
keeping mere mortals off
the hazy wateryblue
gossamer-veiled sky
where a skein of darker grey
winds away like a sloping path
stairway to heaven
made wheelchair-friendly.
I wish I could show you
how the sky is curdled to the east
clots of wet white cottage cheese
clumping and straggling away
while the storm builds behind them
smooth purple-grey swells
with the deadly stillness
that comes of higher clouds
moving still faster.
And the sun strikes
through the thin fins
of the cloudbanks
& pours in a liquid flood
over the land under the dark sky
& every blade of grass
stands straight up & glows
but I can’t & so
a cataract of violet metaphor
is all I have to show
for a stormy spring evening.

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"A writer is an introvert: someone who wants to tell you a story but doesn't want to have to make eye contact while doing it." - Adapted from John Green
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One Response to Ticket to Write – 44

  1. xtianzionist says:

    I don’t like this one … I love it!

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