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
sumanar/lekha 
“the storm seeds
She had scattered to ruin me.”
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whew! This is powerful stuff!
I liked smiling in the face of fury and being “hell bent” on picking up the seeds fury was scattering.
“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
Love this one! the last lines are terrific.
So should we all carry our smiles
The auburn look had me picturing a face of fire. Nicely worded!
Big smile here at the audacity to rebel against the Goddess of Fury. I’ve mentioned somewhere else, Fate respects us not falling for everything it lays in our paths.
I think it’s the only way to smile in the face of a storm…
I wouldn’t want to upset the Goddess of fury! I love the phrases ‘flashed that auburn look’ and ‘picking up the storm seeds’.
a vivid piece indeed – loved the personification and ensuing challenge in the last lines
This! This is so so good. The phrases used take it to another level. The storms only make us strong
Wow! This is powerful! The imagery is fantastic. I love it.
Her “auburn look,” … “storm seeds…” Wow. Beautiful images, Sumana.
I too love the storm seeds from the Goddess of Fury ~ Amazing perspective Sumana ~
Loved the perspective…!
I like the spirit of this. I love the strong images in this piece.
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.
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.
I like your stance – refusing to be the victim and responding with kind defiance. Nice work!
“while I smiled picking up the storm seeds she had scattered to ruin me.” … this is so powerful!
I love how you dared to defy her, Sumana. Nice twist on the prompt.
Plaudits for your courage and endurance.
The storm can really vent its fury at its own fancy
http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/06/ends-late-most-nights-in-preceding-days.html
Hank