Clouds

Paul Brookes’ new challenge, writing what we see in the clouds. It started yesterday, and I didn’t post my poem. Here it is with today’s poem. You can see the photographs that inspired the poems on Paul’s blog, here and here.

Volcanic cloud

Lava flow
cracked grey
a glimpse of Pompei
beneath the smothering ash

and deeper
the billowing sea
and the dead light
guiding them home.

Wild hunt

Even in the sky, perhaps only in the sky,
the wolf, the boar, the winged beauties race.

Wolf-grey, swept back wings, a day of autumn
fury, as the world turns into steel-blue winter.

Earth summer-baked, now hard with iron-cold,
watches the wild ones gallop, hopes in their return.