Saturday, November 19, 2022

Poetry: Storm-Wolf

poetry logoLoping, lunging lupine paws,

Shake the ground outside my door.

I hear the growl of foul wind, rumbling,

Howling in apocalyptic tones.

From ancient Greek, Lycanthropos calls the storm.

Man-wolf, it claws at bruised skies,

Releasing torrents of sanguine tears.

Man-wolf, it gnashes, slashes clouds

Into gray, tattered, shredded shrouds, it summons

Wailing walls of waves, rife with wreckage,

To rise, to rise, to rise,

With each glittering sword-strike that rips the roiling air,

With each shrill caw from throats of murders of keening crows,

With each booming toll of zenith’s thunderous timpani.

Hear the baying wolf, in the howl of the storm.

See the primal wolf, in the golden eye of it.

Feel, feel, the man-wolf, raging,

Within it all.

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Annette Pisano-Higley is a Registered Nurse living in both Albany and Florida. She is a published song-lyricist and published a book of her original Adirondack poetry, with photography by her husband Walter Higley, Adirondack Echoes, available on Amazon.com. Annette’s book was inspired by their idyllic summers at the beloved family Camp on Limekiln Lake, Inlet, in the beautiful New York State Adirondack Park.




2 Responses

  1. Bill Quinlivan says:

    Lovely, lyrical in juxtaposition to the underlying violence of the subject storm. Nature can often be enormous. Of late it has been trying to get our attention with increased regularity. Thank you!

  2. Annette Pisano Higley says:

    Hello Bill, thank you very much for your read and lovely words. Appreciate them.

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