The Tempest

Just a quick bit of verse that wrote itself backwards a bit, as they seem wont to do lately.

 

An island there was, full of laughter, love-

I, the star pupil in this teeming school of life,

Living like life should be lived, as his wife-

And then, dark fell, mighty terror from above.

 

Shaking limbs, furious hail, blazing light:

The tempest stole my soul and left a shell,

Carrying my core into a solitary hell-

Without a sun, there can only be night.

 

Carrion, I am, no gleam left in these eyes;

No aura-shine surrounds me anymore at all.

Hollow voiced, no laughter left within to fall

Again from these lips, turned blue and white.

 

This was no act of God, though penance for sin,

What rended me a sallow bag of bones and bile.

The masses' echoing cries surrounded me awhile;

Strewn about: limbs, and organs, and fair fair skin.

 

The night of the storm, all beauty was damned-

The hurricane a sharpened scythe, reaping men,

Left the detritus of little histories without, and in

Heaving its last breath, it killed all but the sand...

 

And, supposedly, me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Omar]

It's so magical. I love the suspenseful aspect of it, feels like you're reading a story. And above all, the "tempest", though smoothly and silently incorporated into the poem, has caused this world of remorse, pain, and death. But nicely done. I'm glad that (supposedly,) you were left out.

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[Michael]

Rended! Now that is good word use. At first I thought, oh my, she misused it. Then I read it again and figured out it was right all along. I like having boundaries pushed by words. This is not a read for the faint of heart but for ones that understand depth, it is a marvelous read!

Great job!

[FEASH]

"The night of the storm, all beauty was damned
The hurricane a sharpened scythe, reaping men
Left the detritus of little histories without, and in
Heaving it's last breath, it killed all but the sand"
♥ that! @_@

[AK]

My goodness young lady...