Slicing white and purple light
blazing fork trails to the earth.
Backlit cloud and crackling sounds
arc the sky for all it’s worth.
.
A distant Reynard raised alarm!
then eerie quiet and breathless calm
followed on from stair-rod rain
which threatened more to come again.
.
The thunder rumbling, distant, far.
The beating drums of raging Thor.
The ‘oos’ and ‘ahhs’ through open doors.
The pleasant scent of petrichor.
.
A fox again, but less distressed.
a tired Thor resumes his rest,
and all is quiet and all is still
among the Welsh, Llanwrtyd hills.
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Lorraine Voss (aka Ven) 