Army of the clouds

Army of the clouds

The Genghis Khan's army of the clouds
Infringed sun's private habitat
Sealing the entrances and windows
The gloom dangled on the previously cheerful azure sky

Invaders stood ,encircling in tight ring
No messengers could pass ,dispatched to seek help
The darkness fell, blanketing the light with crow's wings
Bird in the golden cage stopped warbling serenades
Like broken mechanism in music box,she is silent
Waiting for someone to fix, to wind it up and sing
The clouds could not stand forever,could they?
There no such thing as nothing last forever
Tired,dispersing in anarchic mess ,
There are no more army,once so powerful and strong
Gloom dissipated into tiny veil of fog
Giving the way for sun to go free and shine and play
The bird is now singing divested of the fear


by Margaret Gudkov
art by Ann Cameron Cutri