Blog Post / Poetry

The Wind by Jeanette Jones

An intangible presence knocks at my window
It’s obvious existence is unavoidable
This being is causing havoc all across the plane
Thump, thump, it must be rain

Terrorized screams ring from a distance so near
I wonder if this presence brought on that fear
Bodies and Blankets float among the grass
Pouring out of the building like a leaking tank of gas
One by one they march to the safety.

Was it this being that caused them to escape
Or was it a greater existence that chose their fate

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