Red Rain (Part 2)

To be blunt: the sky has collapsed, assaulting all arrangements with raging teeth of fire. And that path?  It pulls everything into its sharp black hole with the crunch of a siren song.

Stones rising, ancient,
like trees burnt under spellfires–
rain falling, abyssed.

A bit apocalyptic, I know, but two posts yesterday that struck me in a similar way got me to thinking.

Claudia McGill asked us to make a story from two pieces of art, depending on how she rearranged them (you can read the responses, including mine, in the comments).

And then, almost right away in my reader, I came upon a piece of art from outside authority with the title “Share your story here”.  It reminded me a lot of Claudia’s paintings.

Colleen’s poetry challenge words these week seemed to fit with these visions as well.  So I decided to write a 44 word haibun, so I could also participate in quadrille #46 at dVerse.

And there you have it.

You can see the previous post I titled “Red Rain” (also apocalyptic) here.