A Few Steps Before The Storm

A Few Steps Before The Storm short poem

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Bones of driftwood wind ornaments clatter
leak sand onto the porch, years removed from the sea

sky darkening since noon, wind coming in a variable rush
quelling the waves while gulls knife across the Sound

there’s a greening smell from the outer islands
tender blood squeezed free by the hand of low pressure

dog has been hiding inside the house pissing in a corner
it’s nothing that the thorough tide won’t replace with wrack

no boats now and no smoke to distract from piano key glint
old man Death tickling the lightning ivories a note at a time

boom on the lee shore, boom on this old instrument
folks on the radio expecting disaster for miles inland

the old causeway is not expected to last and I want to tear
down the lintel and break the windows of this shabby shack

my parents bought cheap before dad’s cancer and the affair
that drove my brothers and I into the hands of a sadist

unable to quench his hunger with the body of Christ
stepfather engraved his bellyache on our butts and thighs with a strap

I burned his old chair on the beach took a knife
to the old feather bed and would have dynamited the walls

but still I’m too scared to present more than a token of my rage
content to let the surge do the work I’ve always shirked

the dog comes to heel wide-eyed and shivering as chop builds
white fangs growing on the waves tearing up the shingle

go piss in the house one more time I tell the bitch but she’s done
I’m responsible for her and my memories that the storm won’t erase

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Wonderful cascading effect of imagery, Words are woven to a rhythm of pulsating life. Kudos !


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