After The Storm Poem by William Baylebridge

After The Storm

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The storm is done--the lightning with its lust
To rend the unhallowed dome in ruin dire;
The purple heaps, from the rank chaos thrust
On sheets of fell and inauspicious fire;
The thunder bellowing loud on every bound;
The hissing bolt, so tossed as to complete
All permutations of Satanic sound;
The flood that opened heaven and ransomed it.
Benign now is that beatific blue.
The flame that fires the hill is now remote
From aught in evil. Clemency anew
--Crowns every leaf, and sings in every throat.
Shall, then, the rage of earth and heaven depart,
And not the rancour of the unsensing heart?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jackie Gerhardy 04 May 2008

Great visuals, and I dig the word choice. Awesome.

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William Baylebridge

William Baylebridge

Queensland / Australia
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