Thunder's Roaring Fury
Written: January 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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The skies seemed erratic with dull rage.
A freakish breeze is beginning to gage.
Their pompous struggle across the sea.
Evocative of some sort of antique age.
From distant swale, a solid hush withdrew
As recalcitrant clouds began to brew.
Their chatoyant bellies flashed gilded fire,
A strong omen no sailor could misconstrue.
Then came the foofaraw — a copious roar,
Waves irrupt as beasts against the shore.
A shellback cursed the tempest’s devil heart,
Calling it a gossip bent on settling a score.
The wind, verbose in its wilful might,
Rebuked the cliffs through the howling night.
Its fustian bellow is inspissated with rain
Turned every halcyon memory into fright.
Lightning carved a partita through the sky,
A wild, sequacious dance that dared not die.
Thunder replied with slippery weight,
Thick and rolling, an aficionado reply.
The sea spun an enigma of rising foam.
A xenogenesis of chaos away from home.
Even gulls, those fickle arbiters of storm.
Quite a false peace where shades roam.
Yet with the storm girlish force and might,
Through every sanguine hope taking flight,
A lone lantern glimmered in limpid defiance,
A spark of courage refusing the night.
And when dawn chose to liaise with the land,
Its brief gold brushed the waves as a hand
Coddling the wreckage, gentle and genteel,
As if forgiving the storm for all it had planned.
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