Child of the Tempest

SerenWise

Latch unhooked and the window snatched

By a rambunctious gale,

I lean out into the storm,

Concrete and grass forty feet below,

But I'm looking up...

 

The near full moon sails silver

In a storm wracked sky,

Illuminates scudding clouds

Which hide, then reveal her face,

The night sky bathed in moonlight.

 

The wind snatches the breath

From my parted lips,

You don't need that it howls,

Just gaze and feel, and find what's real,

The storm is beneath your skin.

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2020 22:56
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 40
  • Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Those storms can bring us such wonder within us.

  • Neville

    Deeper than forty feet I would say and deceptively higher too... enjoyed from the basement to the topmost floor..... Neville

  • Fay Slimm.

    A first rate piece of work Seren - feeling the storm through your graphic lines gives the scene life and ends on an impressively deep finalé. This one goes to my faves.



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