Storm
A poem of disturbance
you know it’s coming — you can feel it in your scalp — western skies electric — raising up those forgotten hairs on the small of your back — your breath always catches now — that low pressure sucking promises from your lungs — and the stillness starts
you shaking — the whole world seems crazy for it now — manic with anticipation — you’d run for cover if you were smart — but you throw open the windows and lean into it — because you’ve always been too reckless for your own good — you’ve got to
stand in its path — feel each crack rattle the soles of your feet — wide-eyed and blind in the face of it — melted and muted — maybe this is the big one — maybe this time he’ll take you down with him.
This poem was written in response to J.D. Harms’ Wednesday prose poetry prompt The Other Perspective.
Vixen Lea is a mother to two small children and a number of animals, but first and foremost she is a human struggling to hang on to joy and presence. Poetry helps her remember who she was before juice boxes and laundry and playdates. Her writing has appeared in Flying Island literary journal, The Manifest-Station, and can be found on her blog wakinguprazzledazzle.com.
Learn more about Vixen Lea and her approach to poetry in this interview by Zay Pareltheon:
