Sturm und Drang
Copyright © Isabella Dalzell 2019. All RIghts Reserved.
The freezing air closes in,
shrinks inwards as the opaque blue sky darkens,
particle by sooted particle
until the sky is black as night, frigid.
lacerating herself with her poetry
on empty evenings.
Taking refuge in the rich inner life.
Me too; the glass of wine in hand
a twenty-first-century update.
Wind rattles like a drum
rumbling around the garden
throwing chairs across the lawn
landing with a hissing whoosh.
Bending bamboos low
tearing leaves from their stalks,
whipping the honeysuckle.
Blowing through the roof tiles,
whispering through the rafters and down the stairs.
A quiet lull. before the final wave of wind crashes,
and night falls through the mist.