she jumped

she was hiding. Furtive and bare-skinned.

Deep in the dark

when the thunder came.

she cowered. Burrowed into shapeless corners.

Humming off key beneath her breath

as cymbals crashed.

A shock of fire burst against her skin

she ran.

As the dark exploded

she ran.

Through fiery hands reaching and vulgar tongues of flame

she ran.

Lungs burning. Heart bursting.

she ran

and ran.

Blinding light rent the shadows.

she saw the cliff’s edge.

she jumped

knees to chin.

she tumbled. Pell-mell and silent

Through layers of smoke and ash

till the chaos gave way.

she uncurled. In the comforting roar

Somehow relieved

she gave herself over to the wind

She watched. the roiling blackness shrink

In the distance.

About shannadodd

I'm a writer and a collector of words. I also tend to collect homeless critters. Currently, in addition to blogs, poems and books, I'm writing my second novel and beginning a graphic design business. When I'm not writing, I'm reading or cleaning or feeding someone. I hope you enjoy my poetry. I try, with my poems, to create pictures with words. I consider it art but not with my chin thrust out or my nose pointing skyward, it's art in the sense that like the painter or photographer I want to capture a moment or event or question. If I do that for you, I've succeeded. Thank you for reading and for your comments. It's means so much to me that folks are reading my poems.
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