Storm-Demons

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Storm-Demons.

 

There are times when the ocean is not
even water  nor       
blue sea but some violent explosion as
summoned by Gods
for when bursting with over-keen roar
of wind energy
it swells then hurls itself over big rocks
biting to pieces 
shoreline villages like  ravenous beast
whose anger knows
no limits while its screams never stop.


The deafening howl frights those inside
cliff-side cottages
who often experience major wreckage
to humblest dwellings
when white froth covers chimney tops 
and as night arrives 
with blackest storm-demons cavorting
in weed-filled socks gale
blast hurls sand with greater ferocity.

 

Grit pocks all windows as families wait
and pray that come light
the almighty worst of yet another gale 
will rage then blow out 
to reveal no tragic cost to coastal folk
who may eyes asearch 
find not a vessel or returning men lost.

 

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2021 04:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments7

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • dusk arising

    Resilience.

  • Michael Edwards

    Paints a graphic picture - great piece Fay.

  • Julie B

    The strength of your poem is great

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words Fay, I could see the violence of the sea in your words.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    sadly, if we look too closely, we'll see that cyclical fight for prominence within nature: we identify-with so easily...
    as in those shoreline's of nature's - battle lines, where Sea - inches ever closer, to exert its insatiable need for dominance,
    and we, simply wait to count destiny's cost:
    'the almighty worst of yet another gale
    will rage then blow out
    to reveal no tragic cost to coastal folk'
    a beautifully measured write dear Fay, how well you've captured the 'lashing' tide at full 'swing' in your picture

  • Samer Amin

    These lines are so pictorial and can throw the reader immediately amid this merciless storm, while still able to feel, hear or even smell the gale and the furious sea.
    It is a beautiful words-painting of furious nature, in spite of the tragic situation of the people who got involved in it.



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