Thank you to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s double prompt:
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Black and white can change,
Become the most flaming bright of —
Colours; yet we’re like —
Dorothy on her Kansas —
Farm, not realizing life is grey.
Never seeing technicolor.
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If mountains are but smoke,
No one who said those words knew,
How burning orange and —
Yellow looks when your skin is —
Seared; the mountain spit lava clear.
Blew her top, melted downwards.
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On to the town who,
Had little idea but should —
Have known this day,
No technology clued.
Their mountain could release Hell,
Sulphurous smelling, burnt Hell.
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Poisonous gases,
Leaking down to the town folk,
No chance had they when,
Ashes fell like snow.
The worst kind of snow signals,
The ire of the mountain’s breath.
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In stores, on boardwalks,
Going about their day the same.
When she erupted,
No one cared at first.
But the ash and gases came,
Killing to begin, before —
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Lava reached familiar,
Buildings, the library.
Homes, grocery stores, work.
Yet the sky was filled,
She billowed out her smoke rings,
And she was just beginning.
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Threy should’ve known to —
Leave earlier but no one,
Takes responsibility;
To late to lay blame.
Run far and fast, lava spews.
Keep going magma flows, kills.
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No Dante’s Peak is —
This; only mother nature’s,
Roaring and giving,
Life as she takes it.
Many die unaware, don’t see,
Never knew today would be —
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The end: waiting done,
Here comes the promised one near.
Yet some survived it.
Never took lightly,
Those words: A Mountain is noth –
ing but smoke — they lived through it.
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Those who rebuilt knew,
As the lava and fire burnt their —
Homes, loved ones to crisps.
Beware the mountain;
Geologists trained don’t know,
When she’ll yield furious wrath.
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