Thunder And Lightning

As a child I loved them,

the sky purple with anger,

the lightning flashing

and Roger’s mum 

running up the street

in terror of a thunderstorm,

and seeking to get behind 

the closed doors 

of our house.

There we would spend the evening

playing Ludo or Monopoly,

the four of us together

in our sanctuary. 

Roger loved them too.

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