Warnings
Warnings
Storms!
We’re all going through storms,
From young to old you can feel the maddening -
Is this the insanity before a cull?
If you press your ear to the floor,
You can hear a silent alarm,
A variable bass tone resonating through
Our world,
It’s cold,
And the chimes from tree ornaments
No longer soothe – no longer imbue
A false state of calm,
No-one,
Is getting life
Everyone, has forgot its meaning,
What celebrations, are there now?
Michael J Waite 27th February 2013.
David Blake
Thu 7th Mar 2013 18:23
I like the movement from the line 'our world' to 'it's cold' bridging the gap between the middle two stanzas. A kind of eerie quality about this one which complements its quite short length very well. Keeps it open to all kinds of interpretation. Nice one!