Can be a help or a hindrance, and I'm not certain which one had me in its grip yesterday.
Although I knew this week's P&SU had a four-way prompt, it was AIR in it wildest form that grabbed my attention, thanks to several forty-plus wind speeds that have been swirling around my house recently...
Having been somewhat busy this week, I only set out to write something down late last night, but knew I'd need a rethink in the morning, as my brain was beginning to switch off, never mind the Muse! :-)
And here's the result so far...
Air in Motion
Now winds no longer caress sun-soft skins
with delicate fingertips. They scour lips
with abrasive bites to rough and redden them,
as noses glow, eyes water, shoulders hunch
against Winter's whirling, devil-dance storms.
Rushing Air becomes a hard task-master,
makes its young apprentices learn spiteful
arts of trickery. Their hoar frost cloaks, and ice
- black as devil's spawn - smites victims down,
urges drivers to panic, lose control.
For an invisible power, Wind holds
the strength of giants in its hidden depths.
An invisible power indeed. This feels just spooky enough for October.
ReplyDeleteI do believe you're right! Nothing spookier than a cold blast on the back of one's neck in an otherwise warm room. :-)
Delete. . . and we're not in the icy grip of winter yet, either. Something else to look forward to:-)
ReplyDeleteOr to prepare for hibernation before Winter proper arrives? (i.e. keep to hand a good book, an extra blanket - or hot water-bottle even?! ) LOL
DeleteA powerful piece of writing I love your imagery like 'caress sun-soft skins
ReplyDeletewith delicate fingertips' and that last line
We had last week winds of 150km an hour. I was walking and a huge branch came down just in front of me.
That is seriously windy! And thank goodness the branch missed you. :-)
DeleteSo true. We can't see wind but we can certainly see the results of its power.
ReplyDeleteAnd very devastating views they can be...
DeleteYou are so right about the invisible power of wind. We can harness its power for good, but beware when it gets angry. :)
ReplyDeleteMethinks that can occasionally be the same with short-tempered human beings - keep well clear!
DeleteAS perceptive as usual, Pen, with some inventive contacts in wind speeds.
ReplyDeleteOK, Doc, there's no hiding behind your moniker...hehehe. I know who you are!
DeleteWow, you sure brought that vividly alive for us!
ReplyDeleteHmm...words as well as winds can carry much weight - but hopefully, in a good way.
DeleteI like your "late night", both the intro and your beginning. I often pen my with the smart phone sitting on the edge of the bed, late night with the "other" is sleeping or when I wake up in the middle of the night. Instead of laying down I take heed by my Muse's crying to be let loose and write. Just now it said I could name your poem "Chapstick Air" and make reference to that periodically or spring it at the end, or beginning.
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Snort, giggle and guffaw - you tell your Muse to write his own titles, and leave mine to me!
DeleteSeriously though. I think 'chapstick' would be translated as a 'lip-salve'' by me, which could conjure up an entirely different poetical offering. I could imagine soft lips just asking to be kissed!!! Ooer, whatever next?
I can feel the frosty burn in ever line. Such vivid imagery...
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the magic of words? They can paint pictures as vivid as any Old Master, with feelings as an added bonus to drive their message home. I now send you a little jar of 'thought-salve' to counteract the frosty burn! ♥x♥
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