When the Wind Blows

I am writing this as Storm Ali’s wind is blowing across our little acre in West Cavan. Living out in rural districts makes you pretty sanguine about extreme weather, but I will admit it is a bit bowel loosening (in a Stephen King kind of way) as you sit on the loo to hear tree limbs scrape across the flat roof of the bathroom extension.

When the Wind Blows

But you sleep through most of the storm
snug in your strange dreams of fictional spinsters
named Miss Milner
who presents you with a shoebox of incomplete accounts
that you heroically have to get
into chronological order.

But timelines are skewed.
They also overlap.
You can taste the “Eat Me!” Cake
that makes your head scrape the ceiling
until you want to donate it
to the Red Queen’s chopping block.

When awake
the storm still stews in its teacup.
The cats do not want to go outside.
Even The Wild One purrs by my side
as I draft this account.
The urge to huddle is strong.
Even among Cool Cats who would like to consider themselves
Street Fighting Men.

The willow’s trunk-
the one by the prayer cairn
in the Fairy Garden-
has split in two.
The sunflowers –
The ones called American Giant –
are lying face down.

Copyright 2018 Bee Smith

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2 thoughts on “When the Wind Blows

  1. Fabulous!! (I love the lines about even Cool Cats who consider themselves Street Fighting Men, needing to huddle!). It’s pretty windy here today; large planter tumbled in my garden; but I had wondered about y’all, having watched the weather forecast at lunch time. Your neck of the woods seems to be the worst hit. Take care, d’ya hear?!

    1. We are snug. Although I did caught out in a hail squall with the dogs. My husband came out in the car, cavalry style to fetch the drenched. But no big tree toppling. Just internet off for seersl hours.

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