Daily Post prompt – Prophecy

Fixed loosely or uselessly on your frame of reference,
This prophecy sees you in bold, deep reflection.
Spun out on a loom of massive intent,
The sun on your skin looms large in the night.
Fast and fiery that you are,
The stars test your integral gloom
Like a handful of paint chips from a neon car
You show nothing in the day of course,
Killing time, encircling high above
The predictions we all believe we know,
For you foreordained by law
An empty corner of the beastly sky
is where you will make your destiny

Thunderbirth (poetry prompt #1)

Ominous, malevolent

 pregnant-bellied

Cloud entwined within 

Herself and without – that

Soot-colored Sky

The turbulent and wild Sky

The air waves are fiZzling 

The cracking static hymns

Praising the parson at this demented wedding.

The wedding band strikes UP

A guitar twang and crash of drums

The flow of favorites come thick and fast

And the bride and groom twirl around 

Each other and faster

And faster

And faster they move,

Pulling their guests in their wake

and that dark pregnant belly breaks 

its water,

And we all attend the labour

The child, a girl

A daughter

April the first

The afterbirth 

Spring.