Thursday, June 9, 2011


provided the prompt.


Betwixt a dark and a dark
The luminosity
The little flicker of hope.




We had a Hell on Earth experience, here, one day last year.
We woke expecting skies to be, as usual, crystal clear.
Instead, a dust storm had blown up from Australia's arid zone;
The very worst dust-storm that folk from here had ever known!
Millions of tonnes of bright red dust had been blown up in the sky
From deserts in the inland where it's always hot and dry.
The dust was dumped on us by night; we woke to a world of red!
Particles of crimson 'smoke' whirled around each head.
And all the while the wind was blowing, and the air was hot.
Talk about the End of the World! I think we got the lot!
Here you see the palm trees, thrown sideways by the gale
Which made the tree trunks bend and bow and the palm fronds flail.
Meanwhile the luckless humans battled to make their way!
We're grateful it was a 'one-off' , that unbelievable day!


Anonymous said...

"Betwixt a dark and a dark"

Loved that! Glad I found you via Bluebook.

Nice stuff!

Anonymous said...

Bluebell Books.
Sigh. The editor was on break.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem and I loved descriptions of the dust storm that would be a scary experience

Jingle said...

nothing feels better than the feel after a violent storm.

well done, love the imagery.

Altonian said...

It's the same picture, but you caught the sun and I didn't. Nice poem.

Charles L. Mashburn said...

Enjoyed this. Very real and frightening. I've been in some bad dust storms, but nothing like what you describe. Well done!

Unknown said...

With the landscape changed and temporarily unfamiliar, breathing a little more labored, the dust storm would have kept me hiding for awhile. You described it well.

Berowne said...

Your dark and dark poem was a little work of art.