In white-out of the wailing weather
tethered to a moaning mountain wind;
blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut,
but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth
arms stay folded to surprising dreams
seeming better than the trailing melodies.
therapy of books in flickering candle-light
brightness brought from carried sentences,
distanced from the outside screaming storm
forming floods of seeing tropic worlds
whirls to Marlow-guided jungle-paths
passing into darkest ivory and Kurz’s sins.
Today at dVerse Poetics Marina Sofia wants us to write about a situation when we have been prevented from snow, ice or similar by the weather. To me last winter came to my mind. We were out in the mountains by Easter, and knew we were going to get bad weather, so we headed to a remote cabin where we knew we would be weatherlocked. That day I read Heart of Darkness, which was a very interesting contrast. I did some experimenting with rhymes in my poem too.
February 2, 2015