Hanging Cloud Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A hanging cloud
Tonight
Over
The city frowns.
The red dusk it obscures.

The hanging cloud
Lead colored and tank mannered
Speak not
But glares arrogant below.

I
I Poet Seer
Exchange
Glances with her
Glances unwelcome
But
Undeterred
The Hanging Cloud over the City
Stays
Lets not go the rope of its intent
To drown the tired city in
The rains and tempests and the
Gales
Look! They be gathering!
The leaves fly and whirl
Round
Others
From the trees and the bough
Are stripped
Cruelly
By the sadistic Hanging Cloud:
That’s the beginning:
Only
That’s the beginning
A new Dawn will then count
The harm of night.