Tempestuous Stirrings
By skinner_jennifer
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No solace found in the night,
what wakes and leaves me
cowering beneath quilt?
My childhood imagination
speaks of mischievous fears,
spine chilling rumbles echo
causing fretful escalation.
Suspended by time with
each flash communicated,
heavens open up; such
deluge of fury rages in the
here and now, latent infant
memories haunting sleep.
Thunder booming like an
angry predator, leaves me
with jumpy feline panic;
while sheet lightening
searches darkness, tries
to tamper with restless
tossing,
electric emanations set in
motion...thoughts charged,
stimulating volatile waves;
memories soaring through
passages of brain.
Now anxiously putting pen
to paper, writing with such
vigour; clarity of words let
me wallow in stimulating
innocence, pricking the
here and now.
Hearing strong winds while
watching flame of flickering
candlelight; gusts chase that
monster storm away, darkness
subsides and hour of sleep
arrives, voices disappear
with storm clouds, leaving
happy dreams.
Dear diary...poem about the
storm that woke me at 1.30am
on Monday 18th September 2023,
reminding me just how scared
I was of thunder and lightening
as an infant.
Pixabay free to use image.
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Beautiful imagery. One of my
Beautiful imagery. One of my dogs flatly refused to go out in it. I had to stand outside with him. I love a good storm and don't ever remember being afraid of them as a child. I was terrified of ghosts in my room.
Lovely, Jenny.
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People often seem to say that
People often seem to say that children enjoy a horror story. It might be so, but only really if they do know what to do with real panics and worries, and that there is a God in control and they can trust him. And therefore get a perspective on teasing and frightening fears. Rhiannon
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happy dreams, indeed Jenny.
happy dreams, indeed Jenny.
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Wow! You have brilliantly
Wow! You have brilliantly evoked the atmospheric brutality of thunder and lightning!
"such deluge of fury rages in the here and now"
"sheet lightning searches darkness"
wonderful!
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Pick of the Day
This is a beautiful insight into the primeval fears and memories evoked by a thunderstorm, and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.
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Congratulations Jenny - you
Congratulations Jenny - you've really conveyed the drama and the fear. I don't think I've ever minded storms in England , but have been in some spectacular ones in other countries which really did terrify me (one especially but that was mainly watching rain come flooding through the ceiling and into all the electric cables)
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"Thunder booming like an
"Thunder booming like an
angry predator,"
A tempest of a diary entry, Jenny. Enjoyed the electrically charged words. Paul :)
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Great, evocative poem Jenny,
Great, evocative poem Jenny, alive with the storm you were experiencing and the fears you had as a child. Well deserving of golden cherries. I could feel the thunder and see the flashes of lightning across the sky in your very descriptive passages. I didn't fear storms in New York, they weren’t as loud or as threatening as they are here in Florida. Becasue the land here is flat, so the sky to ground lightning hits closer, and can and does start fires. So, a troubling thought when storms are fierce, as they are in certain months here. But I’ve learned to live with them, and respect them. Keeping a healthy fear, I’ll stay indoors when the clouds grow dark and watch from a safe place.- As a child I had a very strange fear, not of storms but of airplanes passing overhead; I feared they would crash into the house...I’m not sure where that came from but I remember how afraid I would become if they sounded too close and I'd run to my parent's room and wake them up...Enjoyed reading your poem very much, so glad you posted it!
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