Bottled Thunder.


In iron-rivet and

Heron feathered cloak,

Down rampage cloud edges

The hammer god is coming;

With drums of dreams,

Savage lights,

Bottled thunder and

The heavy Revenge Basket.

This night we burn the past,

Settle the retribution bones,

Rattle the rune stones, and

Fall headlong and laughing

Into lightning barrel futures.



4 thoughts on “Bottled Thunder.

  1. The Hammer God is coming…woohoo…love it, fantastic imagery, fantastic poem…so evocative!! 🙂

    • beeseeker says:

      Phew! Really appreciate your feedback. I am enjoying, in some deeply masochistic way, this poem a day challenge, but feel less able to trust my own judgement of quality at the moment; and I am concerned that I have started repeating myself, repeating myself.

  2. terrific metaphors! Every line is a turn!

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