Disney and Desire
The Reign of Storm
Listen Here
Some days undigested disney and desire meet in the caffeinated new moon of a thunderstorm. November has come a calling.
Disney and Desire
The Reign of Storm
The world howls in the guttural gestalt
of a sorcerous moan of moon
that conducts the orchestra of a surging storm.
Two masses clash to converge
into a burst of colour
dimming and glowing
with the rise and fall of the brigading brooms and buckets
overflowing a cauldron in the thunderous applause
of a symphony of sound
that rises to the rafters rattling the roof
where a crisp flag surrenders to the screaming wind
Ceaselessly snapping back to meet the gripping gusts
fully saluting the furious force that comes hard on the flanneling sky
til a wave reduces the frenzied fantasia
to a simmering stillness
that the magic of spirit
slowly sings
to sleep.
© Jamie Millard
Happy All Saint’s Day.
Happy New Moon.
Happy November.
Thanks for Being - Here
Lots of Love,
Jamie
Greeting from NZ Jamie 🙏. Something about the wind … it drives me a bit batty when it is relentless. I could hear the crack of the flag’s struggling in your blustery poem. About to head out into a light breeze here in Christchurch 😊
Reading the poem made me feel cold ... good thing I did the annual ritual of cleaning out the kitchen cooker-wood-burner this morning and lit it the first time for winter this afternoon. Then I read the poem again from a place of warmth. From "moan of moon", to "gripping gusts", to "frenzied fantasia" I love the tripping of the tested tongue in this poem. Cheers, Josh.