I heard them breathing, giants sleeping; distant dirge that filled the air.
Late light lay long upon the heathland; carmine garb in folded layers.
A squally blast of warning weather smoked along horizon's line.
Tearing clouds rose red and spread; grey linen laved in altar wine.
Erupting fire, the sky split open, rakish rays fanned wide around.
Up came the wind, railing rage; down hurled God's tears but soon the sound
of peening on the hard ground ceased, as water soaked the darkening fell.
Dragons chased around the heavens, now baleful as the eyes of Hell.
The giants, angered, rose from slumber, thunderously they called my name.
They called me Storm, they called me Deluge; but I am Fury...hurricane!
tectak
1987
(from Metaphysics...Storm 1987. The UK hurricane. Uncompleted)
Late light lay long upon the heathland; carmine garb in folded layers.
A squally blast of warning weather smoked along horizon's line.
Tearing clouds rose red and spread; grey linen laved in altar wine.
Erupting fire, the sky split open, rakish rays fanned wide around.
Up came the wind, railing rage; down hurled God's tears but soon the sound
of peening on the hard ground ceased, as water soaked the darkening fell.
Dragons chased around the heavens, now baleful as the eyes of Hell.
The giants, angered, rose from slumber, thunderously they called my name.
They called me Storm, they called me Deluge; but I am Fury...hurricane!
tectak
1987
(from Metaphysics...Storm 1987. The UK hurricane. Uncompleted)