Storm

Lying on a white bed

in a wooden room

listening to the silence

watching her read

and there is an inkling of a rumble.

In the distance

a giant’s house is reshuffling furniture

a whip of white in the window,

stretched sounds of creaking tables,

tinkling and breakages

as glasses spill

and cabinets crack

and light flickers.

New candles now

on and off and all around.

There’s company!

A fight!

It’s louder now.

A deluge.

A dinner awry,

an insult to the house host,

big feet thunder through the cottage

and a whip of lightning strike.