Hi Sally,
I'm enjoying this! The lines:
"...in brilliant moonlight
shadows race eagerly as clouds,
the bare woods roar in excitement,"
are real crackers!
But then I don't feel that:
"branches howl like animals,
evergreen helmets romp and sough,
and outside the treesı moon shadows..."
has the self-same energy - as lines they sort of seem tame compared to
what's gone before (I guess you're stretching into the metaphor of the storm
singing ballads, and may have certain ballads in mind - am I right?).
But the last line is enigmatic and feels so originally strong!
Bob
(Who's been known to go into a wood in a strong wind just to hear the
noise!)
>From: Sally Evans <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub - Storm
>Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2003 01:56:20 +0000
>
> Storm
>
>Wind all day, rain around the country -
>a traveller from Oban saying, ³wild²,
>a message from Skye before a thunderstorm.
>In Callander, it rained in sweeping bands
>between refreshed clear intervals,
>but the storm skirted, never came our way,
>till now at night in brilliant moonlight
>shadows race eagerly as clouds,
>the bare woods roar in excitement,
>branches howl like animals,
>evergreen helmets romp and sough,
>and outside the treesı moon shadows
>cower humble listeners,
>the weather herself singing ballads.
>
>Sally Evans
>
>(and I hope you have all heard a wood roar).
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