Monday, 3 October 2011

Hebridian storm

Wind was howling round the corners
all night long
growling louder
waking
then pausing

The sea is mad today
wild undisciplined
ferocious in intent
brutish unforgiving
feral  and unruly
squally
then tempestuous
all elements untamed

This windswept island
touched by natures fiercest broom.

10 comments:

krouth said...

I have a new favorite poem of yours - this is amazing!

the cuby poet said...

krouth: Thanks glad you liked it. The storm is still outside going strong.

krouth said...

Be safe my friend.

the cuby poet said...

I am safe in an old stone house on the edge of a raging sea loch just watching the storm continue to rage but thanks anyway.

CherryPie said...

You have described it so well, I can imagine being there.

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: It is just great!!

Yvonne said...

this one reminds me of hughes' wind

the cuby poet said...

Yvonne: I must acquaint myself with that poem. Thanks for your comment.

Yvonne said...

Also reminds me of Heaney's Storm on an Island

the cuby poet said...

Yvonne: Interesting to hear that.Thanks.