Storm seeds

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Painting: Hazel Brown

Will I forget the roar of waves?
Or that sharp keening wind?
River patterns in sand?

The curious seal; black head straining.
An incoming tide-swell rolls and sucks stones.

In the rhythm of morning I draw breath.

Sea-bringer of storm

Out there!
The battleground!

Sky, sea, wind and moon

Meet at the fullest.
The night air aches for Monday.

Old battles rage on.
Thor said they would.

They will fight a dawn death,

Storm seas washing the scene of debris.

Hazel Brown 16 July 2015


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