The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
– “A Thunder-Storm” by Emily Dickinson
I held my breath,
I held my tongue.
I let you fling
your words around.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
You were a sudden
tempest tossing,
loud and large before
I could say anything.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
Enough. I finally had my fill.
I released a thunderstorm.
I shouted, sang in my own voice,
a menace to the earth and sky.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
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You caught the essence of a couple becoming the beast! I love that the fight becomes equal ...💜
A beautifully composed poem with Dickinson's lines artfully placed. Cheers.
The title gave me an inkling as to the subject of your poem, Nolcha, and the poem gave me that feeling. I love that you chose a glossa from an Emily Dickinson poem and that it stands out from the shorter-lined stanzas. A poem I can identify with – it is so satisfying to release a thunderstorm and sing in one’s own voice.
We all have a breaking point! You and Emily make a nice team.
Nicely done!