grim as fairy-tales

nature 1 Minute 
It’s storming
   paparazzi flashy
             herding in 
         a night grim as fairy-tales

  perhaps I’ll dream
of Zeus’s horsemen
     the drive and lash
          sky crumbling to dust
             beneath their thunder

or of tiny Tinkerbell 
   under the pear tree
     cowering in the wild-lit droplets
             between the black curls
   of the wrought iron garden chair

  the rain
               like tossed sheets
    is flapping at my window
                   rumble it out
               shake … and settle
            
until in peace
the smells
have a chance to rise

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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