My English Verbal Poetry: Under the Wings of the Raven: 14. The Quiet after the Storm
I’m startled by the light and flashing,
for a moment it’s very bright and clear
as if the dark was swallowed,
I see it fine now in this head of mine,
keeping my breath up I still count
and shrink by the unexpected,
the outbreak of a cracking thunder,
in my ear beats fiercely a hammer,
the roof groans under the hauling
and the wildly shaking of the wind,
my heart is imitating the batter
and as a fool gets out of whack,
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