The angry god in petulant fury
raised his triton high—
soon scorched-ash clouds filled the sky,
covering the moon.
The storm raged, the sea roiled,
thunder echoed,
lightning flashed,
till Aurora said “enough, be done!”
And opened a door
to let in the sun.
John Constable, Stormy Sea, Brighton,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This is a quadrille for dVerse. The prompt was storm.
Yesterday, Kerfe, Jane, and I in a bit of mysterious blog sisterhood and synchronicity all wrote about doors (with a bit of help from Emily Dickinson). I decided to play with the idea some more.
