After the Storm

Photo Credit: Josep Castells on Unsplash

The purple sky waves it’s wild fingers
in direction of the storm.
Westward is where it goes
away from the dead it left behind

away from those alive standing tall
buried under the barren land
with roots like the mountains
breathing at night while the earth sleeps.

Its deep bellows grumble
leaving the dead entombed
no more in the hearts of those alive
while the purple descends as rain

and the rainbow is seen
without its bow lingering
in the timid skyline
before vanishing without a trace.

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Olutomi Akinsanya

4 thoughts on “After the Storm

  1. Magnificent poem! Bravo!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. You paint beautiful word pictures. The colours and sensations are consistent, like adding layers of paint to a canvas.


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