Skylights
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.
Skylights
day
and night.
Glary sun,
searing each
one
beneath its rays,
making for hot
fire risk days.
Evening moon,
steadily subtle
behind the passing cloud,
unlike unruly thunderclap,
aloud
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