Storm

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

in too long
of an afternoon
eyes wait,
lost to the whirling, dark,
bitter,
apple-green sky
burdened black,

unaware
fields
suddenly
carried out to sea,
drowned green
in the white foam.

after,
new
songs emerge,
gasping,

bent
under
the newness.

6 Comments

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6 responses to “Storm

  1. “Natural Occurrence.” encompasses so many things . It can be difficult at times to accept what is “natural”.

  2. Caddo Veil

    I especially love the images in this one, Ethel. God bless y’all today.

  3. Another succinct and powerful poem, Ethel. I too love the imagery – and your use of the color green. It’s so visual, that apple-green sky. And after the storm, the hopefulness of new songs. Though they gasp, they have survived:

    new
    songs emerge,
    gasping,

    bent
    under
    the newness.

  4. The drowned fields emerging in song after that storm–so much of how I felt as a child looking out on the fields of home after a sudden afternoon thunderstorm. I simply had not known these words to use in description at that time! Thank you!

  5. Anna Mark

    Yes, how newness often comes bent and tired, but ready to begin again. Beautiful poem. I especially like the image of “apple-green sky burdened black.”

  6. I cannot say enough how I love the simplicity and yet intensity of your poems, Ethel.
    ‘apple-green sky
    burdened black’
    I always feel very connected to your poetry.

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