Havoc Played On the Roses

Cat and Rain

Lucky Jack Watches the Storm (from loriedarling.com / Pinterest.com)

The shrieking ghosts of rain
a-charging on beastly winds
rose unbidden
without hint
slashed
dashed

They raced
through our yard
– crossed the pond
with lightning jolt
Quick thump
Crack!
R-R-R-roll!

Tree arms vainly attempt
to cover un-bowing heads.

Deep breath.

Rose light breaks through.

dVerse – Poets Pub
Quadrille #12
Bjorn, our host, invites us to write a Quadrille that somehow includes “…the word rose, a wonderful flower, but also a color, a name, a verb (both making something rosy, the past tense of rise). One of the most used (and misused words in poetry… Let’s see the world in rose-tinted glasses or bring forth the thorns…”.
https://dversepoets.com/2016/06/27/quadrille-12/

 

 

 

47 thoughts on “Havoc Played On the Roses

    • When I was growing up in Minnesota, the summer storms would come like a cleaning crew — everything would appear so crisp and clear afterwards. Glad you enjoyed it, Bjorn!

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  1. Storms can come up very quick and fierce here too…and then they’re done…sun peeks through again with maybe a rainbow or two. I enjoyed your sound words, adds to the ferocity coming down on those roses. I love that cute kitten watching outside too!

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