After the Storm by Stephen Bunch

After the Storm

Silence.

Then dark stains bloom on the wallpaper
around the windows.
Through the clouded pane of the kitchen door
a changed world—
water running down the alley,
hailstones collected in low places,
garden mud beaten to a froth,
poppies tossed like salad greens,
fruited tops of tomato plants
broken, bent
to the wind’s geometry.
Battered onions fill the air with their sighs.

Silence.

And now, tonight,
after the storm,
rising from the heavy grass,
the first fireflies of summer.

by Stephen Bunch

Editor’s Note: The space and imagery in this poem drive home both the destructive power of a storm, and the sweet, quiet aftermath.

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3 responses to “After the Storm by Stephen Bunch”

  1. richardsund Avatar
    richardsund

    A beautiful poem of damage and then peace.Isn’t that the way of this world ? I pray so.

  2. d.a.simpsonwriter Avatar

    Wonderful words ❤️🌹

  3. 2mybox Avatar

    Good imagery . It’ s easy to picture the impact of the storm .

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