Zeppelin
The charcoal grey cloud balloon
Slid across a chalky evening sky,
Its long presence
Lumbering, astray,
Threatening and a massive,
Heavy incongruence…
But, like a Zeppelin,
Fearsome, intrusive,
Loaded not with death, or affray,
So that lives were ripped asunder
But laden with lashing rain it bulged,
Accompanied by thunder…
Pete Ray
June 2016
From a ‘Burlington Berties’ hotel window in Sheringham, Norfolk.
The Zeppelin-like cloud slipped silently across my view…
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