Winter Storm Awakening

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 07 Jan 2016
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Trees perform a merry dance

ushered by the blustery gales;

 

conducted by billowing dark clouds

that mantle weakened Winter rays...

 

though haggard limbs may split and crack,

powerful trunks staunch remain upright;

 

I stand watching...a submissive spectator; viewing

Mother Nature's capacity to overwhelm as I gaze.

 

Then! Darkness approaches venturing home,

the wind still raving like a soul possessed;

 

whispering through my letterbox with a rap...rap,

mischievously playing with my wild imagination;

 

I'll quiver when the candle flame goes out

with each driving rush of cold night air,

 

squeezing through splintered cracks in doors,

as I reach for the comfort of sleep to dream.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

you'll need to keep your wild imagination in check, because there's no controlling the wind

 

Submitted by hilary west on

This is competent, Jenny, and creates a stormy mood. I particularly like the suggestion this is back in time with your reference to the candle going out as if we were in a time before electricity.

Best Wishes,

HW

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I like how you picture the mix of enjoying the wild, powerful bluster with many images, but also enjoying sheltering from it! The candle made me think of how electricity often does get cut off when the storms are wild.

Seeing the power at work can be so overwhelming (also when the sea is whipped up in huge waves), though I would be reminded of God's power greater than it all, rather than an impersonal mother nature! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Jack,

I'm afraid there's no controlling my imagination as it goes in to overdrive, especially when I'm on my own. The rapping of our lettter box always makes me think there's a ghost at the door, because it sounds like someone knocking to get my attention....phew! Scary stuff.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Hilary,

I always try to sit by candlelight, it saves on electricity, also feeds my imagination and also is relaxing.

Had an amazing walk in the forest over Christmas, which inspired this poem, leaving me with a haunting few moments.

Many thanks for reading and letting me know your thoughts

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for reading Rhiannon, I was interested in your interpretation as we all have our different understandings of nature and I appreciated you sharing yours.

I have such a love of candlelight, tend to fill the house with candles on stormy nights, gives such a great atmosphere.

May God's love always shine down on you.

Jenny.smiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

You really capture that excitement come panicish feeling of the coming storm. I love the way it builds up. And I love that picture, too. 

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Bee,

great to hear from you. Glad you could capture the mood of this poem, it was such a stormy day when we went for a walk in the forest...quite creepy too, as there wasn't hardly a soul about.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and glad you liked the picture.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Jenny

I really enjoyed reading this, and you did bring the storm to life.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for reading Jean and letting me know your thougths.

Jenny.