Storm

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Goddess of fury

flashed that auburn look

to turn me

into a heap of ash

while I smiled

picking up

the storm seeds

She had scattered to ruin me.

I was hell bent on

not letting her

reap thunder and rain

from my field.

 

 

 

Posted for dVerse: Quadrille #34 ~ Storm hosted by De Jackson

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23 thoughts on “Storm

  1. “The goddess of fury flashed that auburn look to turn me into a heap of ash.” There is an old rock song that says, “don’t it make my brown eyes blue”. Kind of reminds me of that. Being turned to ash sounds like a darker color, but you can definitely see the anger there, whatever color, for sure

  2. Explosive personalities can indeed spread storm seeds – seeds of hatred and meanness that can escape from one’s mouth. I’ve know a Vesuvius or two in my time.

  3. We now have a President who spreads storm seeds by the trunkful This is a terrific poem, a tribute to the free spirit, the love of liberty, the loving heart.

Thank You :)

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