And then there is …
By Rhiannonw
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A whirling storm
brought battering harm,
and much alarm
for long,
until —
it was suddenly still;
a quaking calm –
glittering drops
of rain left hanging,
tiled rooftops
askew, bits dangling.
Then —
subdued residents
tentatively emerge
to view and forage
to make an inventory
and rescue some pottery,
bin lid, and washing line; –
glad if no worse damage,
and soothed by the sunshine –
comforting, warming balm
of the post-storm calm.
[IP: Storm] This is a slight edit of an old one entitled 'The calm after the storm'
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Really enjoyed this one
Really enjoyed this one Rhiannon. Hope you came through unscathed yesterday?
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Storm Eunice summed up with
Storm Eunice summed up with your customary eloquence. It's still very windy in Northants today. Last knockings, hopefully. Paul :)
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You summed up my experience
You summed up my experience in your poem Rhiannon, we've lost another two fence panels today, but at least they're not causing any more damage, just laying on the grass.
Great I P.
Jenny.
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You would be a great poet
You would be a great poet laureate - you have a wonderful poem forv every occasion :0)
Brave to go our for a walk yesterday!
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This was fun. I really
This was fun. I really enjoyed reading it.
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