The WIld Ones

Is this poem comparing the "Wild Ones" to stormy seas, or is it the other way around??

The Wild Ones

The wild ones race

They are laughing

Playing

 

They are the waves

On a rough sea

Romping

 

The foam writhes

Curls around

Prancing

 

But underneath

The gallop

Something

 

It goes deeper

Than first thought

Stirring

 

Below the joy

The happy

Wildness

 

Darkening now

Festering

Brewing

 

It wants to push

Its way out

Snarling

 

Taking over

Enveloping

Growing

 

The wild ones know

They ignore it

They dance

 

Storm is looming

Thunder sounds

Lightning

 

The wild ones race

They are laughing

Author's Note

Do my stanzas flow into each other enough, or are they too short and separate?

Reviews

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Great piece of work, Leila!