Mahe Storm
A poem inspired by sitting on a beach during an electric storm in Seychelles.
By Kate RothwellPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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Layers of blues and greys,
Interweave and interline,
Effervesce and intertwine.
Chalky horizons of crayola greys
Of fingerpainted clouds and tormented waves
Muted palettes of steel and iron,
Elemental powers harnessing desire.
Ribbons of light and dark
Dancing in empassioned rage
Burning with fury
In their watery graves.
Rhythm and melody beat from the skies
The greys and the blues twist their hopeless disguise.
Bleary clean smudges amidst pools of black,
The storm has arrived now, there’s no going back.
About the Creator
Kate Rothwell
Hello! I am a 20 year old aspiring artist and poet. I'm also massively excited by all things geeky, specifically super heroes and skyrim. Ahh. Keep your eyes peeled for poetic updates, and super hero movie hype. (And more. Maybe)
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