Arriving Storm

Written for Living Poetry where our host,
Bartholomew asks us to write a poem
using the words ‘condition, ‘five’,
and ‘rapid’. Here’s my take.

The sky declared its condition clear,
Five bruised clouds gathered, dark and wide,
A rapid wind bent every stalk of grass,
And thunder rolled its warning deep inside.

The morning after hushed the world to calm,
No rapid pulse remained in leaf or air,
Five sparrows sang as if the storm had been
A condition met and answered with a prayer.

NAR©2026

This is “After The Storm” by Mumford & Sons

Monday Poetry Prompt: Condition, Five, Rapid

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