After the storm

assault-iowa_custom-514441bbd914b11b165ec726443d7079760c0e51-s1500-c85

Through prisms of Moroccan glass
rainbow colours shed,
white walls are brushed with pastels
the storm has passed, has bled.

The shutters still are shuttered,
the gutters blackened full,
the forecast lies un-uttered
the lunar tide still pulls.

The silence falling soft now
a breeze whispers to the calm,
the count is for the cost now
yet un-accounted goes the harm.

© Wolfgar 2020

3 thoughts on “After the storm

  1. Stunning second stanza, David. As, John had mentioned, the resignation in this piece, the simple observations and the eventual picking up of pieces lends itself to so many events and situations. I would say that this piece is something that I will return to when a bit of solace is called for. Thanks for this piece.

    D

    Like

Leave a Reply to Devon Brock Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.