She wore a dress
like a summer storm
when the clouds bubble
impossible forms;
she brought lightning’s electric scent,
and the threat
of thunder to come
and yet
we were drawn
towards her light,
the brittle light
of just before
a June
downpour.
The very wonderful De is hosting at dVerse tonight. It’s quadrille night – 44 words – and the key word is “storm”.
Sarah writes poems 
I love “She wore a dress
like a summer storm.”
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She sounds like a fun person! The scent like lightning! love it 🙂
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I don’t think I want to meet her. Storm warnings ahead! Visually vivid and just open enough for varied interpretations.
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Excellent poem … so much going on here .. love the summer storm dress
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Holy cow, what a gorgeous, perfect line:
“She wore a dress
like a summer storm”
This could be a novel starter, really. Who wouldn’t automatically want to meet her?
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Thank you. I think she might be dangerous to know.
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I liked the description of the light before a rainstorm as being “brittle”. I will have to pay attention to that before the next June storm.
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‘…brittle light…’. What a wonderful image and sound.
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I also love the dress like a summer storm but I especially love the lines:
‘when the clouds bubble
impossible forms’
and
‘the brittle light
of just before
a June
downpour’.
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Somehow I can feel her like a person where attraction kills…
or maybe just be drenched.
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Oh my gosh, that opening is phenomenal:
“She wore a dress
like a summer storm”
I seriously want that dress.
I also really like this:
“she brought lightning’s electric scent,
and the threat
of thunder” … but I love the entire piece.
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“She wore a dress like a summer storm.” … gorgeous!❤️
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I see a dangerous woman in an avant garde runway dress scandalizing and intriguing people at a backyard barbecue. Fantastic, evocative imagery.
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Loved this! Great poem with vivid imagery.
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Lots of youngster get drawn into those storms. Glad I’m just a little older now. The urgency of youth is like a static storm boiling over. That’s very descriptive
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clouds bubble impossible forms…like that!!!
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aw…a stormy fashionista…bound to have some victims 😉
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Lovely :))
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You had me with the first two lines! She sounds sassy and like she’d sashay into a room and twirl through — like a tornado touching just a few and then out the door she’d go. Much more adventurous than that slow soaking rain 😊
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I especially like the rhymes and rhythms that naturally enticed my attention like that mysterious femme fatale (I think she is!).
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I was entranced from the first two lines — really loved reading this piece.
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Your description of her is lovely, but she sounds dangerous, beautifully dangerous.
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Wonderful language. I like the way you took the whole image forward in every line.
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Fabulous femme fatale!
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that opening line is so powerful! so as this poem! 🙂
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