I have added in a jpeg version as wordpress change the formatting.  I wanted the shape of the poem to reflect the jagged edges of lightning.



and night.

Glary sun,

searing each


beneath its rays,

making for hot

fire risk days.

Evening moon,

steadily subtle

behind the passing cloud,

unlike unruly thunderclap,


after strident strikes of lightning

that sheet across the sky.

Or silvery fire bolts,

Stabbing from the heights,

All the w a y

To earth.

Its fulmination,

Alerting fire captains

Of outbreaks

to come.



Simon C.J. Falk 12 February 2017


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