Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
The storm Shadows wriggle against the walls as trees sway in the fresh'ning breeze that shakes their branches to and fro creating kites of brownish leaves As storm clouds pass across the sun shadows wriggle against the walls first dark, then pale, then growing rare as thunderheads fill heaven's halls A gentle patter, then a roar prompts the testing of flashlight beams shadows wriggle against the walls as down the window water streams A mighty flash marks power's doom as sparks form brilliant waterfalls a lit match touches wicks and then shadows wriggle against the walls. Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |