You have become one with petrichor in this poem, Christine, empathised and morphed into a post-rainstorm scent! I love the use of colour, brazen, smouldering, bursting and flashing – so much action! I especially love these lines:
‘Red heat lightning flashes silently
like muted fireworks’;
‘Large raindrops dot the beach
indenting miniature craters in slow motion’;
and
‘…the clouds empty in buckets
and a tsunami of beachgoers scatter’.
Wonderfully visual and yes, your work is done!
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Christine Bolton
July 12, 2023 at 7:01 am
You are so kind Kim. I really wasn’t sure how to conclude. Thank you for your very kind comments 🙂 It was really a wonderful and challenging prompt.
Beautiful writing, Christine!
Thank you so much. I always appreciate your kind words.☺️❤️
Beautifully written, well done!
Thank you so much Robert ☺️
To become that scent works so much like rejuvenation for me.
That’s how I always feel after the rain follows the heat. ☺️
Such a lovely poem!
Thank you so much ☺️💕
This is gorgeously rendered, Christine! I especially resonate with; “The heat of the day a lingering memory
while dark clouds form.” ❤️❤️
Thank you, Sanaa. I’m so happy you liked. I hope you are doing well, my friend. ☺️💕
You have become one with petrichor in this poem, Christine, empathised and morphed into a post-rainstorm scent! I love the use of colour, brazen, smouldering, bursting and flashing – so much action! I especially love these lines:
‘Red heat lightning flashes silently
like muted fireworks’;
‘Large raindrops dot the beach
indenting miniature craters in slow motion’;
and
‘…the clouds empty in buckets
and a tsunami of beachgoers scatter’.
Wonderfully visual and yes, your work is done!
You are so kind Kim. I really wasn’t sure how to conclude. Thank you for your very kind comments 🙂 It was really a wonderful and challenging prompt.
Beautifully done Christine. Petrichor is my favorite nature aroma.
Thank you Sadje. It is up there with freshly mown grass 🙂
Yes so true.
Wonderful sharing of tender moments with nature. I feel your commune with nature here, Christine.
Oh thank you so much Lisa. Nature is where my muse was hiding. I should have found her here sooner 🙂
You’re welcome <3