Storm Goddess
Storm Goddess
HMS. “Rose”, the ship my ancestors arrived in America on.
Goddess of storms my lady are you not
but a tease for all of man
as you roll your thunder across high open seas
or gentle rain across open land
You awaken me into the thrill of night stealing
my heart disturbing my slumber
with a cry from the bottom of your soul
and I do hear your voice in the thunder
You lull me into easy submission with a
gently falling snow
and then melt away in quiet morning hours
though I wonder where you go
I have seen your anger too these twisting skies the
tearing winds leaving destruction in it’s path
yet give me the mystique of your loving magic
knowing all your potential for wrath
But take me if you will here in the mountains
or there on the highest seas
for I am you’re lover forever
a fool for your every tease
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I could hear the thunder in the distance building, see this beautiful ship setting her sails and readying her crew for the onslaught of a vicious storm, the sea can be the most ruthless, angry, bitter and deadliest when a storm hangs over her. You described the beauty and the ugly of it. I prefer the beautiful side of a sea, would never want to be caught up in a storm, I get sea sick easily. Nicely penned Ed.
Thank you Vincent , I agree wholeheartedly , been there done that , with the rough sea .
Ed, you certainly bring the storms to life. I just experienced it with you. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Some lovely imagery Ed and great phrasing in this eloquent piece so well penned and evocative. Storms are such wondrous things in reality or metaphor and here you have used your words with precision and grace. Great work