a chill,
a mutter,
fret then gust,
angry,
broody,
pressing, swelling,
humidity
Bright flash.
Streaks of white lightning.
Cymbals.
Await a ringing crash.
Braced gasp, storm is tightening,
shadows of furious titans clash.
Low rambling rumbles growl
under dark shrouds, and
a bruised, black ocean
casually churns.
Merciless thunder moans
below murderous clouds;
old, heavy timbers turn.
Typhoon seething,
slipping its heavy chains,
Zeus swings a single, pointed spear,
and
splits
the skies
showing his sullen strain;
a sudden deluge
spreads the dismal dark
And then,
silence drops like some squealing brake;
great Eros rumbles, decrees the gods shall yield.
A clear, cold gleaming expands across the sea;
and a freezing express,
leaves
human breathing
stilled
Brief Note About the Poem
Written in Baldric the Poet’s signature reflective style. It blends secular emotion with contemplative, almost devotional phrasing. The poem presents love not merely as a pleasant feeling but as an inescapable force of nature.
