Mother Earth trembles
while the Anemoi blow widespread, circular patterns;
the Okeanides drop floods from the sky as the waves pound at fragile earth.
Hephaestus erupts in flame and heat, raining down fire;
burning everything in his wake.
burning everything in his wake.
Here we sit, asleep in our own worlds, in our own personal space;
praying for it all to stop and hiding our heads in quicksand.
praying for it all to stop and hiding our heads in quicksand.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 7
September 2017
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