A storm, from the verandah at Fairview.

Lightning, accusing, says “You will remember me.”
We stand transfixed, the sky electric.
The air tastes of lost love and warm honey
flying ants drop their wings at our feet.

Thunder curses, the wind is a question.
The earth sighs in dreams
as the storm hunches its back
and enters the green gate, pregnant with rain.

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4 Responses to “A storm, from the verandah at Fairview.”


  1. 1 John Looker February 14, 2018 at 8:55 pm

    That’s glorious Kalila. Full of vibrancy and I particularly love that closing image !


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