The Rondelet went down a storm! Must have been relief after the Ghazal. Thank you all for your poetry, once again so diverse and frankly beautiful.
Kat obviously likes summer storms.
A gentle threat in Lady Lee’s poem.
Sarah—you can pick out the ones whose imagination has a fantastical bent…
Another first timer, Grammy’s poem looks to the brighter days after the darkness.
Matthew with the storm as metaphor. Very dark but effective.
Unlike Kat, I’d say Kim does not relish being caught out in a storm—menacing.
A first contribution from Imelda with a poem about imminent treachery.
Sue’s trio of rondelets is truly magnificent, running the gamut of emotions.
I like the way Ken uses the refrain in the same way as the refrain in a triolet, to slightly twist the meaning, leaving us with the impression that a message has been imparted.
Anita’s poem is in a very classical mode, to suit the formal rhythm of the rondelet.
Sri makes the distinction between the benefits of rain and the destructivepower of the storm.
Kerfe with a superb pictorial assembly of phrases.
Merril’s storm is a delicate series of dance steps.
Helen’s evocation pinpoints the sensation of cool rain on hot skin that comes with summer storms.
Janice’s storm is the prelude to a real outpouring of life.
In the first of Tricia’s poems she seems undecided as to whether she welcomes the storm or not. The second one is the clincher—after the storm, there’s hope.
Damien’s poem also has an apocalyptic feel to it—our own fault this time.
Louise’s storm is straight out of the Apocalypse. Why am I not surprised?
Leara’s poem is about another sensation brought by the storm—a remembered odour.
That was quite a list, and quite a collection of fine poems! Thank you all for contributing, and I hope you’ll join in with the next challenge posted tomorrow.