Summer Sligo Storm Poem by Bernard Kennedy

All day long, and all day long,
the sound of thunder rolled,
about the sky, cloud bumping cloud,
like dancers learning steps,
colliding as they cross the floor.
And light bright sky,
unaccustomed to our evening way,
disturbs the darkened canvas.
Bright light and dark star competing,
and following furious furore
the sky calms, slowly.
The night rain washes paths and empties streets
a calming day arrives,
and early morning rainbow shines
its many equal colours. A Levant.
Like Josephs' coat, and Noah sails away
from Sligo bay, the centred peace will
hold, and Christ asleep within
that boat.