Ophelia – A Tanka



Rich shades of autumn,

Copper-coloured foliage,

Orange and deep gold,

Reflected in storm-swirled skies;

Nature’s wonders never cease.


Emma H, age 26, 16/10/2017


My photo does not do justice to yesterday’s eerie, apocalyptic weather – it was reminiscent of scenes from Mad Max or Star Wars. An eye-catching celestial phenomenon was created as ex-hurricane Ophelia’s winds dragged desert sands and forest fire particles up into the atmosphere over Britain. Nature never ceases to amaze me.


Lightshow Spectacular

lightshow spectacular


Thick and sticky air

Glued to dewy skin

A curtain of humidity

Cumulonimbus descending

The skyline hangs low

Beneath weighty clouds

Undulating charcoal gloom

Rolling and broiling

Turbulent heavens

Building electric anticipation

Precipitous cloudbursts

Apocalyptic deluge

Raindrops plummeting

Scene-drenching effects

Jagged oscillations

Weave through charged raindrops

Sparking pulses zigzag

Across a black backdrop

Retinas blasted

By blazing illuminations

Skies strobing

In a cosmic rave

Cataclysmic timpani

Orchestrating a symphony

Dramatic crescendo

Of bass and percussion

Reverberating cannonade

Bombarding eardrums


Lightshow spectacular

Meteorological theatre

Striking fear

Dazzling audiences

To thunderous applause


Emma H, age 26, 19/07/2017


It’s been quite a stormy summer, by British standards at least. The biggest in mid-July lasted most of the night, with over 150,000 lightning strikes recorded over 12 hours (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-40653713) – it was quite a spectacle to behold! Unsurprisingly, I felt compelled to write about it the next day 🙂

The photo is unfortunately from a separate storm, back in 2014, although also very dramatic!

Window Pain – #writephoto

window pain“So, what do you think?”

Matthew flashed his fiancée an enthusiastic smile. A room in an actual castle, with original features, stone walls, king-size bed, booked for a steal on some website. Perfect for their pre-wedding getaway.

Stephanie gave him a reproachful glare and tentatively stepped into the room. There were freezing draughts attacking her from every angle, cobwebs strung from the rickety beams and a carpet of dust on every surface. She creaked over to the window, where the tumultuous storm raging outside was leaking inside beneath the leaded pane. The room’s amber lamps flickered eerily as the gales pummelled the power lines.

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