Calling Card

A calling card from Mother Earth

Rumbled through the air

Sonic power from the depths

Where fires rage and fume

Melting the stone

That swaths the globe

Marching rumbles

The booted feet of a mythic giant

Would sound like that, I thought

The giant turned away


It was just a calling card

Not an invitation to a dance

That’s in the mail

Still to come



David Trudel  ©  2012



Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “Calling Card

  1. Thanks Susan. There was a mild 3.0 earthquake this afternoon not too far away from me. I guess it was inevitable that I’d write about it!

  2. Noah Matthews

    “Not an invitation to dance.” I like this.

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