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All things vertical tilt
outside is the color of water
even light is dangerous
Within these walls nothing moves
the room is a box of flesh and breath
Prayer appears
Trees snatch power lines
and sound is air
that writhes and screams
in conflict with itself.
We skitter like fledglings
far from a bough
Then a call astride the winds
scented like rain and sap
from fresh cut pine
The bidding:
Come here. Let me have you.
From A Poetry Break: Poetry for Your Pleasure (Ocean Publishing, 2004).
Used with the author's permission.
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Kay Day is one of those writers who does it all--poetry, memoir, nonfiction, journalism, technical . . . you name it, she writes it--and does it well. Former host of a blog that focused on life and politics in the USA, she currently hosts a blog focusing on lesser-known stories: UnderCovered at Patreon. Kay is a former columnist for the The Writer Magazine, the author of two books, and her work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. She has won awards for poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. A former South Carolinian now living in Jacksonville, Florida, she is a frequent guest lecturer at schools and political and book events.
 
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Jancan:
So well depicts the terror awakened by a storm! Janice
Posted 09/25/2018 09:00 AM
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Dorothy WildhagenD:
Can put myself in atmosphere, feel the wind.
Posted 09/24/2018 11:07 PM
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Lori Levy:
Can feel the power of the storm when I read this poem.
Posted 09/24/2018 12:53 PM
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AlmaMPesiri:
A lilting way of describing the fear and destruction of the storm - all the senses brought into play!
Posted 09/24/2018 10:36 AM
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cork:
The opening line tells the story.
Posted 09/24/2018 08:27 AM
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paradea:
Brutal, surreal and malevolent, just like Hugo. I really like this poem!!
Posted 09/24/2018 08:01 AM
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Larry Schug:
The directness and starkness of language suit "Hugo" perfectly. I specially like the second stanza. Impressive!
Posted 09/24/2018 07:36 AM
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