Storm-Stayed
the wind howls briskly
through the trees
a million snowflakes skydive
from gelid night
none the same
none alone to blame
for havoc wreaked
blanket of snow
drifts in muffled icy stillness
branches dance
cavorting acolytes
in praise to gods
who cannot help
nor hear
snow assaults my world
in stoic sullen petulance
relentless
belying gentle mien
air flecked white
in floods of light
from gables shone…
a surreal facade
this stormy night
and I, through window glazed
amazed, gaze
at wintry anger white
cold steals my heat
my comfort by degrees
not fit for man nor beast
snow, drifted, gobbles up all sound
sparse traffic trudges silently
save approach and passing
of the plows
the cold, bold
a window away
from where she lays
warm…awake…aware
draped in sheets exquisitely
"a shitty day" I say
"come back to bed..."
she tempts with wiles
deliciously
to cold defray
she is my heat
my love
alluringly, she grins
lifts the sheet
show what’s within
I smile, beguiled
close the blinds
return to play
in willing, waiting wonderland
storm-stayed...
wintry anger
far away



















Comments: 27
www.mariepinschmidt.com
Well done, and I love the shape of it!
Thank you for sharing and submitting to
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Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists. Featured.
I think Ann has a good point about the last stanza. It veers away from the tone of the beginning.
Thanks for reading...
P.S. Remember Doug's prompt of 2/3/13 - it is dedicated to you.
I actually love his columns...
Thank you for reading and recommending...I always seem to give my poems a sensate twist... Ann thinks perhaps too much, as you can see by her comment... She's probably right, but even when I intend writing something without all the heavy breathing, I often end up there in spite of my good intentions... :)
stephen berwaldt Feb 10, 2013, 1:42pm EST
Barbary,...can I copy your homework? Puleez?
Barbary Chaapel Feb 10, 2013, 3:01pm EST
Here's the first line. Go for it! :)
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