Actual Poetry Thursdays! (No.4)

We are once again joined by Nav Logan this week. I know I said this wouldn't be a weekly thing, but with people writing such brilliant poems, surely it's a crime not to share them? Any way, enjoy and head to www.navlogan.com for more.

"The poem from which the Storm-Bringer Saga grew…" *Which you can get here.*

Storm-Bringer


The storm rises, filling the air with thunder,

Clouds darken and begin to swirl, angry.

Lightning cracks and seers the earth,

Its beauty filling me with awe.

And across the land, the sound of thunder rolls on …


Somewhere far away, a woman sits, looking at the coming storm

Hair, raven black and as wild as the incoming tempest.

Sitting silently, engrossed in the power above,

Pale-skinned against the storms flashing glare.

And across the land, the thunder rumbles on ...


A raven circles high above, buffeted by the strong winds,

Beady eyes searching the ground, seeking out a meal.

Wings ruffling as it turns to dive. It shivers,

And races the down-pouring rain, to the soft earth below.

And the thunder rumbles on …


Lightning strikes a tree, black shadows take to wing,

And a woman watches the dance of life,

She shivers at the sudden chill in the air,

The hairs on her arms standing up,

In salute of the power above,

As the storm gathers above the house.

Lightning arcs down from the heavens,

Sparks fly from the weathervane.

And the lights within the house flicker and go out,

Leaving the rooms in darkness.

And the thunder rumbles on ...


With a start and a shudder, the woman blinks,

Feeling the blood racing through her body,

Pounding in her ears,

As thunder and lightning strike together.

As the thunder rumbles overhead …


The raven settles on the smoking oak outside.

The woman smiles and settles back to watch.

Rain sweeps across the land, washing it clean,

And the stormy wind shakes the trees.

The thunder rolls away into the distance.


And the sun begins to shine.

Making the woman’s eyes close,

Shying away from the glare,

As the tension leaves the air.

The world falls silent,

As the calm arrives at the door

And in the distance …

The thunder rolls on.