A Cywydd Llosgyrnog
Grey clouds in the sky, thickening;
Therein, dense storm front quickening;
Reckoning on land and man.
Lightning bursts, thunder claps crushing;
Skies wailing; rains, weighty, gushing;
We ~ brushing against grand plan.
Grey clouds in the sky, thickening;
Therein, dense storm front quickening;
Reckoning on land and man.
Lightning bursts, thunder claps crushing;
Skies wailing; rains, weighty, gushing;
We ~ brushing against grand plan.
Fantastically creative, David. โค๏ธ
๐ Thanks, Jeff! ๐
Welcome, David. Always! โค
Random… I could hear Willy Wonka saying this with his mischievous smile. I think it is the “thickening” and “quickening” ~ whatever did it, that is a compliment! Needless to say, I enjoyed this.๐
๐ Michele ๐ – best book ever! Thanks.
I have not read the book, but it is definitely one of my favorite movies. ๐ ๐ญ You are most welcome!
Very pleasing to the ear, David. Storm eloquently described. Love it! โค
๐ Cheryl ๐
Always. (K)
๐ Kerfe ๐
BRAVO! Brilliant, David! ๐
๐ Eleanor ๐
wOw! We had a big storm last night and I can still feel the electricity in the air and the sound of the rain pounding against the house… This one is excellent (and the form works so well)!
I’m digging the form too, Muri ๐
Thanks!
David