Poetry 01, 2014

When the clouds linger over the forest,
secreted against the heavy mountain,
and when the thunderhead whispers rain
into the tree branches, someone looks up
and thanks the gods for granting life again.

Prompt: Write a short poem (5 lines or less). Be sure to include at least two strong images. Don’t over think it, just do it! NaPoWriMo

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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