Art of the Storm

Against the olympian sky of the great storm
interlaced rings bright
winking
eye to the weather
we watched kittiwakes nest
a narrow ledge on the Baltic Mill
lulled by the natural music of the flow
relayed upwards
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From the Sage green
contoured clouds cascaded
rocked to the crack
burst new bolts to the Tyne Bridge
with fiery finger
relayed downwards
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Walls and walls endless
constant grey and horizontal
rain hid the city all from view
roads gushed rivers
no through traffic
relayed chaos
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And had we seen that mushrooming
of cloud that settled on the city
from above
witnessed that extreme
fear might have stormed our hearts
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I feared for the kittiwakes