Something Brewing

Photograph by Jason Whitman, My Shot

Lightning Storm, Kentucky Photograph by Jason Whitman, My Shot

There is a feeling like lightening

rushing through my veins

there is a sound like thunder

pounding in my head

–splitting it open

It is the power of you

coursing through me

like a black beast

curled upon my stomach

there is a storm brewing in my belly

and there is nothing to be done about it

guess I’m predisposed to it

your face is in my eyes, my thighs

and I’ve come undone at the seams

~Melanie Blackwell

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9 responses to “Something Brewing

  1. “…there is a storm brewing in my belly…”

    Same here. I ought to know better than to have sprouts when I’ve got the flu.

  2. Reblogged this on Wordifull and commented:

    Reblogging another May post 🙂

  3. there is a storm brewing in my belly
    and there is nothing to be done about it
    guess I’m predisposed to it

    just as we are powerless to halt a storm,
    or the ensuing thunder and lightning,
    sometimes we just have to submit to those
    overwhelming emotions, i love this poem!
    and that pic is incredible Melanie.

  4. Like your poem, Melanie. Fantastic photo in the right moment!

  5. nokindofmagic

    The ability to write about brewing storm without falling into unrestrained frenzy only confirms your talent, Melanie.

  6. Picture and words…both perfect. Great poem.

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