Thompson Emate Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Mystery Wind

The raging howling of the wind,
It sweeps through the woods,
Tempestuous is this kind
It’s in chaotic moods,
It pushes through not willing to rescind.

The frailty of the woods it doesn’t mind,
It’s visiting and tearing hoods,
Leaving them bare and thinned,
Trampling down cities’ fortunes and goods,
Legend has it that it comes from the hind.

None of this has been seen by humankind,
No one has travelled its roads,
It has been a sombre weekend,
There’s a shortage of supplies and sods,
No one has yet been able to mastermind.




October 22, 2022.

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Stephan McBride October 22, 2022 at 11:17 AM Amen, no one knows where it comes from or where it's going but it's effects are greatly seen, love ya Thompson Emate October 22, 2022 at 2:23 PM Thank you, Stephen.

Jeff Kyser October 22, 2022 at 9:47 AM Interesting piece! Natural or supernatural? Imagined, or in your neighborhood? Enjoyed, Thompson! Thompson Emate October 22, 2022 at 2:23 PM Thank you, Jeff.