A Stormy Villanelle
her storm seen sometime or never
her form a mottled cry,
begs the clinker from the sky
that many try, to pacify her ire,
nought can quench her heady fire,
her storm seen sometime or never
none have won to pacify her surge,
to all men now a cursed scourge,
begs the clinker from the sky
no prediction can be lent,
only heaven’s interdiction can be lent,
her storm seen sometime or never
grasps the metal’s leery eye,
depths of Hades burns it dry,
begs the clinker from the sky
then hard pull, protection’s reins,
her nature’s wrath, knows no direction,
her storm seen sometime or never,
begs the clinker from the sky
02/03/2015
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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