Two Poems

by Charlie Mann

A Storm

A storm is brewing.

Rain is sudden, heavy,

falling with shadows,

a thunder of echoes

on the horizon.

The summer air is thick

and slow, waiting

to be moved by

a long awaited wind.

Soon, raised hands will

feel the change of the

breeze, and breaths

will taste the scent

of the flowers that

no-one could cut.

Call and Response

We speak of the earth

with the same breath

that we speak of home.

These are our lands.

They grow in our spirit

and we grow.

They die by our hand

and we follow.

Charlie Mann is a technical assistant. He lives and works in Surrey, amid the rolling hills. He can be found on Twitter @fromgreenink between frequent crises.

Image by Maxime Reynal.

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