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In Its Wake Leaves All To Mourn

Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn Howling like wolves with much to say In its wake leaves all to mourn Grasped with biting breath and torn Frenzy hunter feeding on prey Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn Fragile red flowers are shorn Petals splayed like blood after slay In its wake leaves all to mourn Trees fiercely blown are forlorn Limbs hanging adown left to sway Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn Gales of wailing until morn Mocking fear with its feral way In its wake leaves all to mourn Arrival of dawn for reborn Lays rest to a past woeful day Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn In its wake leaves all to mourn

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Susan Ashley

Date: 3/17/2024 5:38:00 PM

Dearest Christina, star-bright poetess, your poetic pen spills golden ink to dazzle the page. The brilliance of your vivid imagery shines to illuminate and ignite my imagination in the dark heart of the brutal windstorm. Your use of the Villanelle's repetition is expressive and impressive! Every stanza is rich and vibrant, I especially loved "Grasped with biting breath and torn/Frenzy hunter feeding on prey" and "Fragile red flowers are shorn/Petals splayed like blood after slay".. but truly, I adore every amazing verse here! Exquisite poetry, my talented friend. Ever your admirer and ardent reader! Warmest wishes and hugs.. ~Susan

Christina Bowring
Date: 3/19/2024 1:57:00 PM

Dearest Susan, I’m happily overwhelmed once again with your gracious visit and such beautiful, thrilling comments that are treasured my poetic heroine. Your inspiring and tremendous uplifting support makes me want to write more and more and improve and improve ! The page glows when you visit that remains in my poetic heart for a long time. Thank you with much heartfelt gratitude, admiration and big hugs xx

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/25/2024 5:28:00 PM

Aha. Your second post. Another villanelle. Loved the vividness of this. Such an eerie tone as well

Christina Bowring
Date: 2/27/2024 3:01:00 AM

Dear Andrea, thank you so much for another lovely visit. I really detest the wind (more than rain) as it’s so damaging and like you have said, I find it eerie and spooky especially if you are out late at night on your own! I was inspired after reading Dylan Thomas,’ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’ and his own narration. Be back to visit you again very soon. Hugs and blessings xx

Speaks Volumes

Date: 1/13/2024 2:26:00 PM

Wind can be devastating. Your poem thrusts the full force of a mighty gale, wreaking its wonton destruction on all in its path. A brutal rendition, lulled to a peaceful interlude by the arrival of dawn. A spectacular play performed by an aggressor and its victims. This audience applauds and cries "Encore"

Christina Bowring
Date: 1/15/2024 2:37:00 AM

As equally appreciative for your wonderful comments here my dear friend, I was also amazed. Your comments are better than the poem! :) I love what you have written here with your description of a cruel wind. Loved reading it. Thank you gratefully for gracing the page with your poetic heart. Xx

Duke Beaufort

Date: 12/30/2023 4:00:00 PM

Yes, rain is better than wind. We had a storm come up the east coast of the US and the wind made a mess. I spent a day picking up branches and leaves. It seems to happen every so often and I also dread it.

Christina Bowring
Date: 1/1/2024 11:51:00 PM

My many thanks to you again Duke for your visit. I do detest wind more than anything especially gale force. I hope you had a good Christmas and New Year with no stormy weather. Many blessings to you for 2024.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 9/2/2023 1:40:00 AM

You gave me shivers ! I don't like the wind at all. What a wonderful depiction of its cruel wake. Well done

Christina Bowring
Date: 9/2/2023 3:53:00 AM

Hello again. We share this in common- I absolutely detest the wind! Rather have rain out of choice. This villanelle was written after being inspired by Dylan Thomas ,’ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’. Ended up being quite forceful, aggressive just like Mother Nature can be at times. Blessings to you for a calm, peaceful day. Xx

A. Ormulyce

Date: 8/23/2023 5:11:00 AM

A great and vibrating villanelle. Hats Off!

Christina Bowring
Date: 8/24/2023 3:33:00 AM

Thank you so much for your visit and lovely comments. Very much appreciated. Have a great day.

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 4/11/2023 1:25:00 PM

Such a great inspiring piece of work Christina, with lovely imagery and insightful line of thought too. Nice to meet a fellow Brit on here as I'm North of the border. Blessings, Gordon

Christina Bowring
Date: 4/12/2023 12:53:00 PM

Thank you so much Gordon for your very kind comments and encouragement. I’m from the south west! Best wishes

Tony Hargreaves

Date: 4/1/2023 1:09:00 PM

Brilliant, a lovely villanelle. Many thanks for sharing this. Enjoyed it. Best wishes. Tony

Christina Bowring
Date: 4/9/2023 12:41:00 PM

Thank you so much for your kind comments Tony. My inspiration for this Villanelle poem was inspired by Dylan’s famous one! I am glad that you enjoyed it.

Deb M

Date: 3/3/2023 8:37:00 AM

I really enjoyed reading this lovely poem Christina….Debx

Christina Bowring
Date: 3/3/2023 12:34:00 PM

Thank you so much for reading it Deb and leaving a comment. It is very much appreciated and inspires me to write more x