Storm coming

Couldn’t resist trying out this new form for the dverse prompt.

Storm coming

The world is enclosed in this window frame
waving oriflammes of gold
where sunlight gathers in dark dusk
and black clouds crawl, ponderous as tanks.

Waving oriflammes of gold,
the meadow marches into night.
No birds sing, no song but the wind,

where sunlight gathers in dark dusk,
releasing quivers of shafts of cold rain.
Storm stalks the meadow stalks

and black clouds crawl, ponderous as tanks,
bearing down on the golden pelt of this patient beast,
that tomorrow will glisten, unvanquished.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

56 thoughts on “Storm coming”

  1. This sounds like an ominous storm coming but you captured the wild beauty with:
    waving oriflammes of gold

    You captured the cycle of nature, where it will be stormy, then the sun will be glistening again.

    Lovely trimeric poem Jane.

  2. I absolutely love, love this! ❤️ We are awaiting monsoon season here which will probably arrive by end of June. This stood out for me; “Waving oriflammes of gold, the meadow marches into night.” 🙂

  3. Jane,
    Stunning poetry as always. All the elements of nature gathering in a window framed riot of motion and color. Beautiful.
    pax,
    dora

  4. You ain’t afraid of no trimeric; excellent response to the prompt, a riot of the senses, and wonderful word-smithing.

  5. Jane, I really, really like the combination of ponderous as tanks and unvanquished in that last stanza – it really flows smoothly upon my imagination ❤

    -David

    1. Thank you, David. The storm isn’t just a spectacle, is it? It’s easy to forget that the power of it has consequences, right down to the roots of the meadow grass.

  6. I could feel the storm coming. The other day here it was stormy. Thunder, lightning and then the rain. This verse really stands out for me.

    Waving oriflammes of gold,
    the meadow marches into night.
    No birds sing, no song but the wind,

  7. Wonderful work with the prompt! I love the echoes of medieval warfare that come through ‘oriflamme’ contrasted with the image of modern warfare in ‘ponderous as tanks,’ all with nature in the foreground, as it should be.

  8. I like the symbols in this poem… it’s not just a storm coming, but a feeling of impending doom, with the military references. And I had to look up “oriflammes” — so I learned something today 🙂

    1. Thank you! Storms are such a potent force, it’s easy to think of them as malevolent, but they pass without much damage, unlike the wars we spark.
      Oriflamme is a lovely word, and it describes those early banners beautifully.

  9. Beautiful perspective of a rainstorm on what I imagine is a field of wheat. You have some wonderful images in this Jane. My favorite “black clouds crawl, ponderous as tanks”.

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