Category: Writers Block
The motionless air stole her breath as the clouds loomed dark and forbidding. Alone she stood in a field of gold, one small mortal in the emptiness of space. The wind blew softly, the dank breath of approaching death yet she was captivated by the scene. Madness welcomed her, insanity claimed her and rationality fell away.
The quiet wind rose to whisper in her ear, a softly spoken word that curved her lips in a small smile. Darkness shrouded the golden field as the first raindrop hit her face and low rumbeled the thunder that murmered in her ears.
A flash of lightning lit her face in an unearthly yellow glow. Flames danced high across the distant sky as a tree fell to ashes. Saint Elmo's fire lit her path as she wandered through the grass, a streak of light, a crack of thunder, and her eyes were finally open.
The bolt singed her cheek and set fire to her blood as it raced beneath her skin. Yet she never cried out as she fell to the earth in charred and blackened remains. Thunder roared its last battle cry as the clouds faded into light. The warm summer breeze lifted her hair in a final dance of death. Then still she lay as the Sun rose high to cast judgement on the scene.
I like it.
I like it.
I like that. I think the line:
"Madness welcomed her, insanity claimed her and rationality
fell away."
Sets the mood nicely.
thanks Kev and other person. Yeah, I like that line too, and I'm glad you like the poem
As do I, Cala.