Brimstone was cast into fathomless edge as a lantern flickers
down, fading out.
Lightning strikes at godless trees. Violent wind plucks
eyeless wings.
We watch our skin bristling darkness, caking our eyes
yellow-red, cunning with stubbon will
as our fervent beliefs.
(Hero.)
(Fallen
angel.)
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. Kindly join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word STONE. Thanks for visiting.
This is fierce. The end of the world.
ReplyDeleteSo many incredible word and phrase choices here, Grace. My favorite line is:
ReplyDelete"Lightning strikes at godless trees."
I feel as though I could just wrangle around in that line for quite some time...
This does sound apocalyptic, Grace:
ReplyDelete'Lightning strikes at godless trees. Violent wind plucks
eyeless wings.'
Seems like some of the storms we've been having lately. It's worrying.
a gorgeously gothic piece envisioned with strong adjectives
ReplyDeletegodless trees/eyeless wings
I love the apocalyptic view here, it does remind me of every volcano... the latest erupting on la Palma. Brimstone is a perfect word.
ReplyDeleteOur will stubborn as the brimstone that blackens our flesh and cakes our eyes. Oh so grim.
ReplyDeleteSo stunning and evocative, Grace. Grim, but beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me think of the new Netflix series, Midnight Mass--though you're much more lyrical. 😀
Mein Godt! Armegeddon!
ReplyDeleteHeralds last days for sure. Nice.
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
This made me think of Milton and the unnamed probably Vulcan 'thrown by angry Jove sheer o'er the crystal battlements'.
ReplyDeleteBleak but beautifully done, Grace. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThis is a cataclysmic event for sure. Brought to mind the lava flows in Italy and Hawaii! Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteunresolved! Vivid imagery here!!
ReplyDeleteThat first word was an autocorrect/AUTO WRONG! Supposed to be "such"
ReplyDeleteThis is intense!
ReplyDeleteEyeless wings and godless trees - The beginning of the end of sorts.
ReplyDeleteI got the shivers reading this Grace.😳 Lightning strikes at godless trees. Fabulously scary!
ReplyDeletemother nature taking her home back . love choice of the word brimstone
ReplyDeletethis feels like a Halloween poem to me.
ReplyDeleteand I took some time admiring your cover photo. It really is stunning. hope you are well, Grace ~
powerful, evocative!
ReplyDelete'we watch our skin bristling darkness' - wow! Judgement Day really did feel like it was upon us.
ReplyDelete"eyeless wings" - this evokes images of biblical angels for me... except without eyes, rather than with eyes... I love it.
ReplyDelete-David [ben Alexander]
Divine retribution extending a reach far beyond what is humanly expected.
ReplyDeleteHank
The image that sprang to my mind was the Balrog, falling with Gandalf and it put a whole new spin on the scene.
ReplyDeleteWe seem to be making our own judgement day. Wonderful imagery as always.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery here is powerful and alive, full of the blistering, caustic heat of brimstone, so similar to the fervor of belief. I especially love "...We watch our skin bristling darkness..." Quite a lot of that to see these days if one rolls away the stone, so to speak. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteIntense words!
ReplyDeleteIntense, grim imagery! Powerful write.
ReplyDeleteI imagine this as the price for man's neglect of/disrespect for nature.
ReplyDeleteNo one or thing shall escape judgement day....that's the message here. Excellent imagery for the theme....fallen angels too.
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