Typhoon

A patchwork poem (also known as Cento) is made up of verses by different writers.
I have used lines (with minor tweaks) by the following poets:
John Masefield, David Herbert Lawrence, John Dryden, Crosbie Garstin
Richard Church, Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, John Donne, John Gay, William Wordsworth, Siegfried Sassoon, Bernard Spencer, Rudyard Kipling.

The wind is part of a hundred leagues of power,
that man is supposed to have mastered.
Upon earth and ocean, it rushed screaming
and forward with a wanton fury went,
playing a game of Blind-Man’s Bluff with Death.          
It swept the town allotments, plot by plot,
and soon ransacked the empty houses;
some men leaped forth, and ever as they came
their cries wakened  all the dwellers near;
the more remote ran stumbling with their fear.
Blown by strong winds the fiery tempest roars
and splitting tiles descend in rattling showers.
Scared people hurry, storming the doors in crowds,
screaming like frightened animals.
Meanwhile the roar continues, till at length
it will vanish and the stars will shine again.

© Luigi Pagano 2013