Wind-Demons.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Wind-Demons.

 

There are times when the sea
is not a blue ocean,
nor even water
but some violent explosion
which can only be summoned by Gods
for, when bursting with
over-keen energy
it wells then hurls itself over the rocks,
biting great pieces off cliffs
like some ravenous
beast whose rage knows no limits,
it's roar never stops.
A deafening storm frights those inside
nearest cottages
who experience disorder of senses
enough for them to hide
when froth hits the chimney tops,
as until more quiet arrives
the night heaves
with zealous wind-demons cavorting
in lace-caps, sandy-socks,
grit-filled ribbons
and the saltiest long seaweed frocks.
Pray that, come light,
the worst of an almighty gale
will have blown out,
to reveal no tragic cost and a new day,
in restoring order again,
shows not a boat or fisherman lost.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2018 06:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Super write and the imagery is wonderful.

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Your well penned words made us feel the raging tempest, Fay. A powerful poem, indeed!

  • Michael Edwards

    This is just great and have written something along similar lines - will try to remember to post it tomorrow.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    THANKS FAY ~ Because CORNWALL is a Peninsular She sure gets Her share of very wild weather. I have experienced it @ Tintagel I love the N Coast of Cornwall ! Our E Coast ~ Essex ~ Suffolk ~ Norfolk (because of its geographical position) is much more gentle ~ but much less spectacular ~ Love the Poem 'n Pic ! Yours as always BRIAN.

  • poelove

    I thoroughly enjoyed this Faye.

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    i really enjoyed reading this fay .. .i love how you referred to the wind as some '' ravenous beast '', scaring people , making them want to hide.

    these lines stood out for me and were my favourite !

    the night heaves
    with zealous wind-demons cavorting
    in lace-caps, sandy-socks,
    grit-filled ribbons
    and the saltiest long seaweed frocks.

    brilliant wording fay .. love this

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    i've saved it as a favourite



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