This week let’s write a thunderstorm poem. It’s that time of the year, at least here in the northern hemisphere, where thunderstorms blow up in the late afternoon of hot summer days. Let’s celebrate them even if they leave our poor little furry friends a frightened mess. Post your anti-astraphobic poem in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, where he has hosted monthly workshops for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2021, 2024 & 2025 as well as the Best of the Net Anthology in 2024. His work has appeared in The Lake, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Panoply, Tipton Poetry Journal, the Gyroscope Review and the Naugatuck River Review among others.
Living Poetry 
The Sky Is a Lie
The clouds dim to charcoal,
bullies puffing their chests
flexing their muscles.
The sun sees fear under the bravado,
scattering the clouds
and revealing the lie of rain.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Posted by nolchafox | July 24, 2023, 7:41 AMBrilliant! Wonderful imagery throughout.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 24, 2023, 7:19 PMThank you, I’m glad you like it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Posted by nolchafox | July 24, 2023, 7:37 PM