Quite often when writing poetry I find myself drifting towards the imagery of water and of storms. I find it a great way to describe tumultuous feelings but not only that, the powerful nature of the sea and weather is something that I have always found inspires awe. No matter our technological advances, we are for the most part still pawns to its whims.
As dark clouds cluster.
Overhead the white and the blue
Disappears from our view.
As the sea – it swells, it churns.
The growing wind whips and cuts,
Bringing doors and windows to be tightly shut.
-Keep it out, keep it at bay.
Whilst leaves and litter are brought to life,
In a violent dance, playing in their strife.
The bellowing gale nearly does drown
The low, the deep, the rolling sound.
We search for the flash, in our sights,
In such darkness, not a welcomed light.