Prospero

the tempest

Houses of green water have risen before him,

of sickening height,dirty with anger,full of foam.

But he will not yet denounce his magic

but listen to what the thunder speaks,

and write with iced and frozen fingers about

the flotsam of a drowned wisdom.

His pain is older than yews and as

black as ancient olives, but he has 

the last story to tell.

Reviews

[poeticpiers]

You write free form very well Do you ever attempt to write formal poetry?
You create questions to which there are no answers.
Are you so sure that there is magic left in the world?
I enjoy your offerings they make think out of the box although I am a dyed in the wool formalist ivor

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow, you write in such a classic way. descriptive with god metaphor use. The opening line is a 'blinder' has you hooked on the poem.

[John]

Could describe all those who claim spurious authority and are animated by old enmities

[Stanley Wilson]

good structure loved the last verse in particular

[Sami Khalil]

His pain is older than yews and as
black as ancient olives...
Well penned.

[Audrey Howitt]

Full of great imagery and i loved the last stanza---lovely, lovely write

[Eric Cox]

An excellent write. I like the structure and impact of the imagery penned. Nicely done.