Lightning lingers in the latticework
Of the west-facing window,
Vamping like fireflies, flittering
Amongst the glossy glazed glass
Like errant drunken souls surfing
The uncertainties of the sullen storm,
Its distant lumbering diminishing
Into random raindrops, drowsing
Their turbid way to the wet turf.
I'm liking the way the lines here are packed -- strong words (especially 'vamping') with imagery and alliteration (making me enjoy reading the piece out loud). Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThanks--I've always preferred alliteration to rhyme; I guess it's the Viking in me!
ReplyDeleteHa, ha! That Viking-alliteration (connection) bit just made my day; thank you. Can't stop chuckling. Heehee.
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