Storm Brewing

A storm is brewing
dark clouds swirl
eddies in the sky
roiling whirlpools
Thunder rumbles
ominous portent of danger

Morgan and Michael stand on a hilltop
Morgan’s long hair billows
her face a picture of steely determination
Michael stands tall beside her
resolve on his face unmistakable
his sword tip down to the ground
hand on hilt
battle ready
the blade flashes and gleams
reflecting lightening energy flashes

Their presence calms
those who have heard
the enemy horn
call to war

3 thoughts on “Storm Brewing

  1. Karen says:

    I think you’re reading Game of Thrones!

  2. mincs1 says:

    Ha! Ha! You may be right 🙂 Perhaps that is where the seed of inspiration came from 🙂

  3. Meghan says:

    Whatever your inspiration, Mary, I like this!! Great image and a poem that ended in an unexpected place for me. Yes, it’s true; I have not read Game of Thrones.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s