The first hiss

A hiss of air,
a lighted fuse

the briefest bite of breath
before the bursts of bullet-barks
before our rage of roar and rumble,
before the rain and thunderstorms
before we rowed
before we tangled thoughts to knots
and fizzled to

a hiss of air.

Thunderstorm by Ivan Aivazovsky

A little play with words to be linked to Open Platform on toads.
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August 28, 2018

20 responses to “The first hiss”

  1. Such potent images in this one, Bjorn! Especially like; “the briefest bite of breath”.. ❤

  2. It’s the sound effects that stand out for me – and the sharp intake of breath before it all kicks off! I love the alliteration in ‘rage of roar and rumble’ and the metaphor ‘before we tangled thoughts to knots’.

  3. I really like this one Bjorn, Hiss of air is a great audio and visual cue that immediately sets the senses on ten. Burst of bullet barks…yep. Loved this.

  4. this is definitely a singing poem – or hissed – and it carries the impact with the repetitions and the wonderful use of phrases ~ it definitely has that darker, sharp quality to it …. it almost makes one want to argue, …

  5. The repetition and alliteration pack a nice little punch here. There’s something very immediate and strong driving this piece. I really like it.

  6. kaykuala

    With a play of words one can end up fascinatingly engrossed in pursuing it in all directions!

    Hank

  7. A remarkable example of the power of repetition and alliteration in creating rhythm and mood.. I felt that storm approaching.

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