Wind rattles hard the rafters,
tugging at tiles and chimney stacks,
slanting smoke refuses to rise, huffs
horizontal under gust and gale,
kitchen fire roars furiously,
flames drawn and dragged hard aloft.
Windows rattle in rustic frames,
lashed by rush and raging rain,
storm Imogen, imminent
gathering in gusting cyclones,
circling coastal cliffs and bluffs
rushing over riven ground,
stunted trees stretched and bent
beyond the bounds of natural growth,
I sit by the blackened grate,
face reddened and mind at rest.
I wait, for Imogen to abate.

© Dave Kavanagh @

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