November PAD Challenge, Day 10. Prompt: A "foreign word" poem.
tintreach agus tornach, the lightning
and thunder torn from your
fingertips sears the fields,
wreckage left in your wake,
heaped up piles of driftwood, the
morning after the storm, your
breath broke me into splinters, each
a needle I would use
to sew new garments, hand-dyed,
written over with prayers and
supplications
terrifying breaths, tintreach agus tornach,
shaking the ground, your bright
illuminations show the
shuddering scenes, the cowering creatures
clinging to their hallows
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