Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Free verse

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24.01.2025

Anne-Lise  Andresen 
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- The Storm Eowyn -

                                          "Bomb cyclone"
                                                 on
                                        Norwegian coast

                                        The stormy wing
                                    investigated every crack
                                 and the darkness of oblivion

                                            The oil lamp,
                                       was forced to flicker
                                        The glare became
                                              - ghostly

                                         Ominous whistle
                                      as the strength grew
                                  An inexorable resentment
                                      enormous pirouettes

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Victor Buhagiar January 26, 2025 at 11:17 PM Ominous is the perfect word. Your winter storms must be dreadful. But soon spring arrives. Hugs.

Paige Hind January 26, 2025 at 11:27 AM Gorgeous - so as the syntax

Duke Beaufort January 26, 2025 at 10:25 AM Anne-Lise....first of all, hope you are safe and well. The weather patterns will just get crazier and like nothing we normally see. It's something we have to pay for...though we might try suing the oil companies for any damages.

Jay Narain January 26, 2025 at 9:44 AM Ominous cyclone in places like Norway. Hope it did not cause any damage Nicely rendered.

Len Gasun January 25, 2025 at 9:03 PM It's really scary my dear poet friend Anne-lise. We usually have this in our country, over 20 a year. Hope this year will be less. Another well-crafted & awesome poem my dear poet friend. Thanks for sharing. A blesed Sunday! Hugs

Kim Rodrigues January 25, 2025 at 4:22 PM darkness of oblivion The oil lamp…this went together quite nicely, the tongue in a twister. Great, Anne-Lise!

John Read January 25, 2025 at 11:06 AM Thankfully it missed London, other parts of the UK suffered though, hope you kept safe and well Anne. xx

Tom Cunningham January 25, 2025 at 8:07 AM It's one of the worst we've had, I hope you weren't affected Anne-Lise.. Tom Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:16 AM - Thanks, Tom :) Tom Cunningham January 25, 2025 at 10:04 AM Stay safe Anne Lise, hopefully it will start to die out. Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 9:57 AM - The storm came yesterday afternoon... grew big through the night (we lost power)... calmed down a bit this morning... but started to grow again this afternoon... now it's roaring bad, Tom - hugs

Yann Rolland January 24, 2025 at 11:51 PM wonderful, pirouettes means a lot, enjoyed this delicious poem yann Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:00 AM - Yes, I can promise you there are a lot of ... pirouettes ... this storm has fangs, Yann - hugs

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh January 24, 2025 at 11:01 PM A vivid picture of a storm's power creating tension and unease .Very nicely penned. Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:01 AM - A lot of destruction for some... I've been lucky... so far... it's not over yet, Akham - hugs

Sotto Poet January 24, 2025 at 6:19 PM The horrors you described in your poetry touched close to heart, Anne-Lise. Those in the United Kingdom and Ireland who were left without electricity and whose homes have been damaged by this hurricane have my deepest sympathies. The wind remains rather strong, but I'm hoping it will slow down later on today. Your words are tragic, and your image is striking. Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:04 AM - The same thing happens here, Las ... (not with me) ... but haven't seen the end yet - hugs

Joseph P. DiMino January 24, 2025 at 4:01 PM Anne, this is your photo/painting? -- magnificent capture! Thrilling poetry! Love it. Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 2:07 AM - No, it's a "borrowed" photo Joe :) - The storm is powerful ... we lost power ... it was a cold, dark and scary night ... not over yet - hugs

Michelle Faulkner January 24, 2025 at 2:12 PM Striking imagery of the gathering storm, very evocative- Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:05 AM - Thank you for reading, Michelle - hugs

Paula Goldsmith January 24, 2025 at 1:23 PM What a powerful write/picture. Storms can cause so much damage. Hope you are OK. Hugs... Have a blessed weekend writing away............... Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:09 AM - I'm OK, Paula :) - This storm is really scary... I live 8-10 minutes from the ocean and the windows are gray, covered with salt... I hear the power of the waves inside the living room - hugs

Jan Allison January 24, 2025 at 1:05 PM Your poem hit home hard , it has been horrendous here Anne-Lise I've never known conditions like it - one house has lost its roof:-( the wind reached 107mph on the mountain and 94mph where I live - truly scary. I feel for those in Ireland and the UK who have lost power and had destruction of properties caused by the storm. Hopefully it will abate later today but it is still very windy. Hugs Jan xx Anne-Lise Andresen January 25, 2025 at 10:15 AM - I still have a roof over my house, Jan ... but really strong in this storm ... and it's still going on ... it was early bedtime yesterday we had no electricity and the house was freezing ... had to crawl under the covers - hugs