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.
Oh, I really like the idea of storms being embedded in worn yellow seams. There's history in that jacket.
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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!!
ReplyDeleteThe sounds of the third stanza really suit the weather.
ReplyDeleteI really like your last line too. There's some beautiful imagery in this poem.
ReplyDelete"...when the Pacific NW goes bonkers."
ReplyDeleteRight after the NE went bonkers. :-)
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.
ReplyDeleteI like the last line best. There are lots of stories in those seams!
ReplyDeleteWonderful descriptive write.
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Lovely images!
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