Approaching Thunder

The Poets' Garret

The Poets’ Garret


As the sky grows weary and
the slow clouds laden with rain
rumble ever closer to where we
wait for the last bus
unprotected from the coming storm
a brief flash and for a
moment the world is bright in whiteness
and my eyes see desperation perspiring
from your skin and I take the chance
to kiss your fear

©JG Farmer 2016

Form: Decastich


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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