Storm Ending

Gasping for air above a sea of hurting clouds,

Trees danced a violent waltz,

Shackled at their ankles,

Imprisoned in a mournful score,

Composed in c minor by the subsiding storm.

Drawn in the middle of the sheet,

A flower was seen to grow,

Vanity, Vanity, Vanity,

Wrapped in an image of itself,

Bereaved beauty

Thriving under a shroud of blood.

 

By Seyi Salako

Inspired by the 1923 poem by Jean Toomer

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