The North Wind teases moored-up boats,
ties knots in grass along the coast,
leaves on our lips a salty taste,
and chases inland ocean ghosts.
It plays hide and seek with housewives’ washing,
steals old folks’ breath and sets them coughing,
plucks at branches, sends them crashing,
and cheers the rain’s pouring and splashing.
The North Wind wakes us up at night,
it flickers the electric light,
but during the day it can delight
by playfully tugging at a kite.
Kim M. Russell, 10th July 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Weather
Sumana is here with another Midweek Motif, and this time it’s weather, something we British seem to talk about a lot, although Sumana says that weather phenomena have become common topics of conversations worldwide, as humans have altered their environment and much damaged their relationship with nature.
Sumana would like to see what face of weather peeps through our lines: merciful, catastrophic or metaphoric. She has shared quotations from Dale Evans and Oscar Wilde, as well as poems from Dorothy Parker and Dylan Thomas.
I’m sharing a children’s poem I wrote not long before I read this prompt.