Images taken from Public Domain and altered by myself.
tiny swift chicks chirping
demanding chorus
mother swift hunting food
© June 2018 Renee Espriu
***THE LOST LOOKING-GLASS***
the mistress looks in vain
for the lost looking-glass
the raindrops sounding
like a musical note chorus
water pooling left by the rain
mirrored images reflecting
the lights, the buildings,
of people passing & looking
a girl sees images in the pooling rain
takes it for a looking-glass
studies her reflection there
bewildered but on she passes
the looking-glass rain pooling
images distorted & broken
glisten like shards of glass
as raindrop words are spoken
the mistress looks in vain
for the lost looking-glass
the raindrops still sounding
like a musical note chorus
© December 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
***ANOTHER PASSING STORM***
wind gusts are sweeping
across the surface of the house
like angry waves coursing
filled with emotions
no way to extinguish
like layers of tindered fire
Another Passing Storm
the windows rattle noisily
as though there are hands
that are shaking them
wanting and demanding
to get in
Another Passing Storm
check the locks on the doors
check the seals on the windows
wind is howling now in chorus
like babies wanting more
Another Passing Storm
just as the roof seems lifted
as if being pulled
the house does cease to shudder
the wind now but a breeze
the waves of it calm now
raging flames surceased
Another Passing Storm
© December 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
Thunder in the Distance
Google Image
thunder in the distance
a train moving
down the tracks
metal grating
against metal
creating
hieroglyphic maps
or is it storm clouds
black and angry
when life is
at our back
raising doubts
that squelch
the laughter
when everything after
can only be thunder
or the rumble
of an unrequited earth
giving birth
to yet another
mountain or is it
only a waterfall in a
distant forest
raising its’
voice in chorus
and we hear it as
thunder in the distance
creating refuge
from an
incendiary past
always keep in mind that
just beyond our
quiet solitude
whether real or an
imaginary cast
there will always be
thunder in the distance
waking us to the
reality of
life
© July 2013
Renee Espriu
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