spills acid from its lofty perch above
wastelands where darkness blankets the hillsides.
Only the gleam from the sea's surface lights
the landscape with hope. Fragile, filigree
treetops shudder in the onslaught of winds
which howl from all four points of the compass
at once, defying the laws of Nature.
When the Furies of the Cosmos unleash
their hatred man can only beg "Mercy!"
Inspired by Tess and Felix Vallotton at Mag 143
Nice. I especially like:
ReplyDeleteOnly the gleam from the sea's surface lights
the landscape with hope. Fragile, filigree
treetops, shudder in the onslaught of winds
May well we beg mercy. And maybe we can offer it too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteThe flow of your words, the pace of your poem ~~ awesome!
ReplyDeleteSplendid! Filigree treetops. Nice.
ReplyDeleteYes, I think mercy is indicated. On all sides.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
=)
Well written and one day we will all cry Marcy...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Sorry - Mercy
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