There’s a storm a’comin’
There’s a storm a’comin’. It’s rumbling through the iron mountains. You can hear it in the howl of the lonesome wind, in the distant echo of the thunder, in the lash of the rain that cuts like a cat o nine tails across the proud flesh of man. There’s a storm a comin’ in the flood that rages across the valley and drowns the cry of man, woman and child, lost in agony and despair.
There’s a storm a’comin’. Stand in its path on feet of gold if you dare, throw the silver coins of betrayal into its way. Take shelter ‘neath a canopy of faith, stand on the rock of a redemption song and let it pass like the wailing of that dark night.
There’s a storm a’comin’. it is being met by the tremor of the voice at the microphone, by the courageous beat of every heart, by the footsteps of those who march to their own tune.
In this month of March we’ve got some powerful microphone events to which you can march right up and lend your own voice! In poem, song, music or word – plot your own course and shout down the storm for all you are worth.
Hope to see you at the Mussel Inn, the MAD Café or the Dangerous Kitchen in the coming days.
Golden Bay Live Poets Society