The Inkling Volume 1
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Gemma’s Poems<br />
By Gemma Bridges<br />
Hurricane<br />
A crashing sensation of despair.<br />
<strong>The</strong> black winds viciously tear<br />
Through homes and the state,<br />
Filling the people with hate.<br />
Waves roll deafeningly into shore,<br />
Rain pelts; ongoing like war.<br />
Floods rise higher than the soaked trees.<br />
Gone are the mammals and the bees.<br />
A whirlwind of memories; gone<br />
Yet the damage has been done.<br />
Still<br />
<strong>The</strong> sun smiles down on a park,<br />
<strong>The</strong> morning dew once glistening; is gone.<br />
You hear snatches of music from joggers as they run<br />
past...<br />
Yet there she stands, unaffected: still.<br />
Clouds flit through the sky, like ghosts: never there<br />
for long.<br />
Shadows dance through the leaves (and you can imagine<br />
the satisfying crunch).<br />
Picnics happen in the sun: people pretending it’s still<br />
summer.<br />
Remnants of the ice cream van tune playing in your<br />
head,<br />
<strong>The</strong> taste still in your mouth - lingering.<br />
Leaves brush her face as they flutter down - a caress,<br />
Yet there she stands, unaffected: still.