Under a Thundercloud

Outside the thunder
growls ominously
while the rain
drums furiously
on the new
spring shoots.
Lightning not visible…
I know that I was
in a bad mood when
she went out
I wish she’d ring…

Six Word Saturday – Herald

From Winter storm debris – Spring trumpets…?20140301_162305 (2)

How deceptive are the Waves

How deceptively the waves slide up the shore.

Indecisively they lap and retreat,

Ebb and flow…

With almost an innocent whistle they show

No hint of the storm-lashed coastline of the

Day before…

And the day after. But wait! Seaweed lies

Strewn across the esplanade, and see the

Smashed jetty;

Torn asunder by a furious howling

Banshee – which, once again, visits our shores

This dark night…

How deceptive the waves

Six Word Saturday (2) Temper


Furious assault –





Seven Words for Sunday – Slalom or dunk?

Bumping down potholes sets everything rattling!
photo credit:http://www.startrescue.co.uk/blog/road-maintenance-sometimes-i-really-do-despair#.UtXDpJ5_uPM

7 Word Sunday – Thief

Sand whipped,
Land ripped…
Watery Wind Thief


The excessive rain has washed away all the earth beneath the road.

The excessive rain has washed away all the earth beneath the road.

Sand washed away from beneath the jetty leaving it exposed to the power of the sea.

Sand washed away from beneath the jetty leaving it exposed to the power of the sea.



The wood invites us in; blurring the boundaries between light and dark as coldness draws us into its perceived warmth. We start to walk through. We notice that no trees have toppled here – unlike a less exposed place where we counted 30 fallen trunks the day before. As we reach the other side, drops begin to fall – bouncing from the branches, halting our progress. We take shelter under a tree, then behind it as the weather worsens. No use. We try to move around and away from the brisk needles of ice, my back is flat against the bark as a vicious wind threads in and around the trees. A similar sized guardian of the wood sways to and fro in front of where I stand and I feel an uneasiness rising within me. A refuge no longer – this place holds malice.
Then, as suddenly, peace returns and the squall has gone.
forest track

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