Poetry & Writing · The Cork Board

……and then the storm comes……

Preface: This poem was written about 18 months before Nine Eleven. Therefore, it is not about, nor a psychic warning of, that tragedy. Having said that, I hope you like it.

Storm over Skiddaw (image: http://www.lakedistrict.gov.uk)

…….and then the storm comes……….

almost unseen, gliding
silent blueblack cloudship
drifting like a zeppelin,
ground light shimmers
sulphurous golden

here at ground zero
the air thickens
sticky between my fingers
sits on my shoulders
like a fox stole

willows whisper warnings
tree to tree,
fearful in fading light
wild leaves tremble in
encroaching darkness

clenched fists tighten
concealed by shadows
I wait in silence
watching gloom descend
on once bright lawns

she knocks on my door,
……..and then the storm comes….

18 thoughts on “……and then the storm comes……

  1. That’s very kind of you to say so, Eliza. I haven’t printed it anywhere for 10 years given that I felt it needed a preface even though at the time it was written it appeared in a competition anthology as “highly commended”. I guess enough time has passed now. Thanks for dropping by and I’m going to check out your writing too. πŸ™‚

  2. Your poem was frighteningly beautiful, and it moved me deeply. Although I did see it as an eloquent global warning against hate and fear, I also feel that it expresses the horror of a debilitating relationship — the parent who crushes their own offspring, the lover who is incapable of bringing love without sucking away the air and replacing it with doom. Inside those kinds of love, one’s entire world can feel like it’s creeping toward that dark end: “she knocks on my door, ……. and then the storm comes….” and they’re suffering alone, wondering why no one else seems to see. Wonderful poem. thanks for sharing it.

  3. I had a dream that was rather like this actually, two weeks before September 11th. At the time I thought nothing of it, but later I took it as a definite premonition of the events to come. I know that you prefaced your poem by saying that it was not about nor did it have anything to do with those terrible events of that day, but I still thought that I would share that with you. Although you may not consider your poem to be a psychic warning of those events in any way, that is what really comes through to me here when I read your poem. Excellent writing.

    1. Thanks for stopping by my blog and looking around today. It’s always nice to see new faces, isn’t it. I’llcheck over to your site and read someof your work too.
      Thanks for your comment on this poem. Sometimes coincidences can be scary. I now cannot read this without thinking about the Twin Towers attacks. I’m afraid that incident is branded into our psyche, I guess. I appreciate you telling me your story. Thanks again.

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