storm fairy

so, listen:
you’re either well
-weathered wit(her),
or you’re not. if you’ve
caught her
……..(net, pocket, palm)
you know the moment
-airy calm she brings
fore. her satin ribbon
hair’s a syllabic squall
wibble-wobbly woven through
this sky. she’ll balmy
you up a cloud-scrum
or two if you raindance chance
a certain flicker in her eye.

she surges, swells
and tells a fine strung tale,
red sky by morning,
tut-tut, it looks like rain.


Written for Poetic Asides



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1 Response to storm fairy

  1. The word play in this poem is really brilliant, De. You are writing up a storm!

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