Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Magpie Tales 144...Foul Weather Gear


Squall, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth


Wild winds 
squalls and tempests
turbulent waves under ominous dark
 
Rain-slick path guides the way home
 
Water drips
down warp and weft
pools and puddles over cobbled floors
 
Storms embedded in worn yellow seams
 
 
 
 
This prompt from Magpie Tales seems particularly apt today since we've just had our first truly awesome and scary storm of the season.  Around Thanksgiving is generally when the Pacific NW goes bonkers, and true to form, the past few days have proven it yet again.

9 comments:

  1. Oh, I really like the idea of storms being embedded in worn yellow seams. There's history in that jacket.

    =)

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  2. Lovely words ... here on Central Oregon's high desert, sitting close to Mt. Bachelor, we don't get the rain extremes ... the skiers certainly do love the snow!!

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  3. The sounds of the third stanza really suit the weather.

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  4. I really like your last line too. There's some beautiful imagery in this poem.

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  5. "...when the Pacific NW goes bonkers."
    Right after the NE went bonkers. :-)

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  6. I am with Sue.... what a wonderful notion that storms at sea would be 'embedded in the yellow seams.' Brilliant, Terlee. I also loved the image of the water dripping on the cobblestone floor. Thank you for sharing this.

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  7. I like the last line best. There are lots of stories in those seams!

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  8. Wonderful descriptive write.

    Anna :o]

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