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The Gathering Storm

This poem was sketched in the moment to represent the awe-inspiring movement of a heavy storm front into a previously peaceful scene.


The Gathering Storm


Foreboding air hums,

a fleeting breeze,

the sky rent in two,

with specked blue, receding,

the dimming sunlight’s warning hue,

staining, orange,

mottled clouds,

Illumines, with its dying spark,

the fiery smog of,

a grey burned shroud,


hoving in upon a scene,

with prickling chills.

The final flicker of sun-glow dies,

- the light shrinks out.


Silence descends,

with the thickened sky,

the atmosphere anticipates,

an expectant age,

deafening, silent,

teaming charge,

waiting,

for,


the first,

potent,

drops’,

downbeat,

to scar the ground.


Words by Jordan Harding-Pointon

Music by Joseph Hearson.




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