Jagged shafts of air slam against my face
Just discovered this poem which I composed several years ago when I retired and I briefly joined a poetry writing group.
The March Gale
The harsh wind drives dancing reeds to frenzy
Steaming hills cascade clouds over rocky crags
Down in the valley
Shards of sunlight are scattered to distant horizon
Each exposing a litter of glittery debris
Which flickers briefly
Then is covered by the shadow of raging clouds
Jagged shafts of air slam against my face as
I struggle upwards onto flat moorland
Where a spinning, screaming maelstrom batters my senses
And leaves me clinging to the edge of the world
Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation. Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: firstname.lastname@example.org or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.