• JP Williams An African ThunderStorm Poem: Analysis
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    An African ThunderStorm

    From the west
    Clouds come hurrying with the wind
    Here and there
    Like a plague of locusts
    Tossing up things on its tail
    Like a madman chasing nothing

    Pregnant clouds
    Ride stately on its black
    Gathering to perch on hills
    Like dark sinister wings;
    The wind whistles by

    And trees bend to let it pass.
    In the village
    Screams of delighted children
    Toss and turn
    In the din of whirling wind,

    Women -
    Babies clinging on their backs -
    Dart about
    In and out

    The wind whistles by
    Whilst trees bend to let us pass
    Clothes wave like tattered flags
    Flying off
    To expose dangling breasts

    As jagged blinding flashes
    Rumble, tremble, and crack
    Amidst the smell of fired smoke
    And the pelting march of the storm.
    18 May 2011Comment
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    • alexandra ayeni pls can u analyse it because i dnt still get it
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    • tumininu adeoti i
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