Pressure

Dreams billow in August mist,

steam rises from griddled ground,

a pillowed moon in darkness rests.

Lightning tongues serrate the sky,

drums roll thunder across the night,

deepest fears surge in flashes—while

fervent hearts murmur wishes for 

soft cool rushes of healing rain.

~

A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, for dVerse Monday. The word of the day is ‘dream’.

©2017 Ontheland

29 thoughts on “Pressure

  1. A beautifully dream-storm, Janice! I especially love:
    ‘steam rises from griddled ground’
    and
    ‘drums roll thunder across the night,
    deepest fears surge in flashes…’

    Like

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