I Am Cloud

Fay Slimm.

 

 

 

I Am Cloud.

 

I am Cloud, the powerful offspring
of air, water and earth.

Like a blanket I hang under Sun's heat, binding his fire
away from low thrones with my cold fleece.

I Cloud am skilled at basking below heaven's blue dome
to nurse sky's mood as
I scan the air carrying blasts of wind for anything
daring to trespass on my line of duty.

I sleep in the restive arms
of hurricanes and wrap snow-storms under my toes.

I am Cloud who hides bolts of lightning
between huge thighs,
who controls every rain-shower and who can send hail's
deluge on all who offend my pride.

Yet I often allow that maiden Moon to peep into my
bedroom or break through my roof.

I have to smile too when night-stars play
hide and seek round the edge
of my white flimsy frock and shine like dots of elfish
diamonds when they
find a hole or two in my overcoat pocket.

Sunsets and rainbows induce me to stretch horizontally,
broadening myself in their colourful hues
and if I feel inclined after night, come the morning my
yawn drenches all below me in dew.

Yet I, Cloud can ride in a moment like fury over five
miles of ocean or mountain to strike,
for I am nature's changeling who refuses to die.

I am Cloud who appears out of nowhere.

I can rise like a sprite from clear air
and as a babe from the womb I can, in but a second
let out my genii who bites with forked lightning
any denial of my rightful area.

So beware as I glide past to whom you laugh as you try
to blow me away with foolishness

as if you were my master.

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Comments5

  • L. B. Mek

    'and if I feel inclined after night, come the morning my
    yawn drenches all below me in dew.'
    beautiful characterisation
    and such vivid imagery..
    I felt as light as a cloud
    while reading your words, dear Fay
    such delicate poetry, beautiful

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah =- - - I guessed you might like my take on cloud-imagery L.B... - - I felt it needed a fun -write to offset all the dreary news. Merci beaucoup for your caring comment.

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      So beautiful Fay 🙂 such an engaging gentle read .. love this 🌸

      • Fay Slimm.

        So glad you found the read light and engaging dear friend. Thanking you sincerely for your lovely comment.

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thank you Orchi.

        • Doggerel Dave

          As an avid cloud watcher (this has led me to some dark places - such as flat on my face in the grass) I completely relate. Your rich lines confirm similar preoccupations and evoke many a memory image, Fay.

          PS: Have you by any chance heard from Neville?

          • Fay Slimm.

            Hi Dave - -- Glad your memories of watching clouds were evoked by the fun-read I wrote many moons back - had a giggle at you falling flat on the grass while being obsessed with cloudy passion too cos I did the very same on the beach once - -- and yes have heard from Nev, - he says he is " fairly O.K" . but admits to missing his bed - - - war zones must be tough places and we hope he comes back safe and sound soon.

            • Doggerel Dave

              I can only second that with respect to Neville, Fay. I only hope he does return. Please push him to share his real life experiences here.

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful words Fay, as are clouds, I look at clouds so very much, their uniqueness says a great deal to me.

              Andy



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