Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – Tankas – “The Mountain’s Wrath” #amwriting #poetry 

Thank you to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s double prompt:

Laura Bloomsbury


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.


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. 


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.


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.


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 —


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.


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.


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 —

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.


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.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reseved 

9 thoughts on “Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – Tankas – “The Mountain’s Wrath” #amwriting #poetry 

  1. Laura Bloomsbury September 5, 2016 / 2:01 pm

    a very powerful mix that took off with a crescendo of colour and destruction – against the colour of your writing, the monochrome looks like cooled magma

    Liked by 1 person

    • mandibelle16 September 5, 2016 / 4:56 pm

      Thank you Laura. I didn’t even think about that, but you are right, the writing is monochrome. So glad you enjoyed the piece 🙂


  2. clcouch123 September 7, 2016 / 8:49 pm

    Visceral depiction of an eruption, Mandi. I see and learn here that poetry lends itself truly well to portraying the many things that happen so chaotically and terribly.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Melinda Kucsera September 7, 2016 / 11:20 pm

    “Beware the mountain;

    Geologists trained don’t know,

    When she’ll yield furious wrath.” So true. Excellent take!

    Liked by 1 person

    • mandibelle16 September 8, 2016 / 12:43 am

      Thanks Melinda. Yes, it’s hard to know its towns etc. near volcanoes. Thanks for commenting 💕

      Liked by 1 person

      • Melinda Kucsera September 8, 2016 / 4:10 pm

        🙂 You’re welcome and you’re right. Those people must be extra vigilant.

        Liked by 1 person

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