I, CLOUD.
I am Cloud, the powerful offspring
of water and earth.
Like a blanket I hang under Sun's heat, binding his fire
away from low natures with my cold fleece.
I Cloud am skilled at basking below heaven's blue dome
to nurse sky's ills while
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 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 in a good mood after rest, 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 that changeling who cannot die.
I Cloud favour no picnic or beachy summer display
and increase ammunition if me you displease.
I am Cloud who appears out of nowhere with mission
of alchemic alteration.
I can rise like a ghost from clear air
and like a babe from the womb I can, in but a second
let out my genii who bites with forked lightning
all denial of my rightful area.
So beware as I glide past to whom you laugh and try
to blow me away with puffs of foolishness
as if you were my master.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2018 05:33
- Comment from author about the poem: A re-post and one of the "I" series I wrote a while back - - hope you enjoy.
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Comments4
Fay this is absolutely inspired! Wonderful poem and imagery and builds the cloud's hidden "anger" in a masterful way!
Ah - - a fun-write with a sting in its tail eh - - glad you enjoyed the personification of what clouds may feel if they could - thanks a load Lorna for your kind support of my work.
A fine write again Fay.
Thank you muchly my friend - glad you enjoyed what a cloud may say if it could speak........
Enjoy I did - great stuff Fay.
Ha - gave you I hope a slant-eyed view of clouds from now on my friend. Thanks so much for your continued support of my poetic efforts dear Michael.
Beautiful, Fay, I spend a lot of time looking up and cloud watching, I will have to look out for you up there.
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