Lightning Strike

Lightning strikes,
The flame is out,
Quill hits the paper,
On the bleak summer night.

A shadow lurks,
On the wall outside,
Horse goes by,
With a cart behind.

He writes a note,
To the one he likes,
Scared, petrified, frightened,
He hides his thoughts.

Lightning strikes,
The flame goes out,
Thunder can be herd,
In the town ahead.

© 2013-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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