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‘Twas a Wild Wind



‘twas a wild, wild wind,

a wily, capricious

wind from the west,

its mischievous

spirit wavering, teetering

‘tween destruction and

obstruction – construction

not an option!

thrust and pause,

howling and moaning,

keening and droning

until it slowed to a sighing

as daylight lifted its mood

and its temper subsided

which was all to the good.


©Denise G Allen, 28 September 2014 12:27

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

10 thoughts on “‘Twas a Wild Wind

  1. Seems a lot like the one we’ve just had! Wild and woolly.


    • Exactly right, Col. Sidey mentioned on Fb something about a wild wind – and Bob’s your uncle. 😀


      • I have lost track of Sidey – does she still blog anywhere?


        • She is on Fb a lot with other (ex?) bloggers and I must admit I also post on there, but not as much as Sidey (Melanie Askeland) or Cindy. Of course I didn’t know them as well as you do and Fb doesn’t use blognames.. If you like, I could jot down some of the names for you and you can ‘friend’ them.


  2. ha. of course it was good…but like the wind even we need our moments to howl…and sometimes perhaps we should howl a bit more…


  3. I could feel the wind Denise. Your word choices created cresendo as the winds grew and then subsided. Excellant!

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  4. I really don’t enjoy strong winds, adee. Your very descriptive poem gave me the shivers. 🙂


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