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The Calm Before the Storm
Foreboding I
The whiff of chimney smoke
hangs low powerless to bear the pressure
and penetrate the atmosphere
Black smoke spreads across the roofs
forming a loopholed blanket
The smell of soot is everywhere
Grey clouds gather menacingly low
Heavy and tempestuous, they displace
the white billowing and light pink-like floss
Overhead, dripping drops of drizzle
A warning caress
A moist kiss with a watchful eye
Braving the calm before the storm
I watch our Eastern neighbours
in not too far-away Ukraine
Resisting, they go about their daily lives
scared but not afraid
At home their packed suitcases
stacked in suspense
Around me, I hark to the wind and sky
the harbingers of things to come
16. February 2022
Like so many, I have been seriously numbed by man’s inhumanity to man in the looming killing fields of Ukraine and have been putting…
