Hurricanes Hope

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 19.14

Topic: Hurricanes Hope

Hard Bonus: Include a line from a Sylvia Plath poem

“Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

Easy Bonus: Include your favorite animal Wolf

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Hard winds blow,

as wolf howls

What is this cacophony

that disturbs my peace?

Rise to hide, to run or escape…

Knowing it is a wild nature I face.

And then nothing, it’s come undone

your wrath, your madness, your mal

intent.

Worse even than your maddening song,

your silence.

This torture is too much.

Only the ghost now, the gaslighter,

the crazy maker.

And me.

Me.

I am the Hurricane’s only Hope.

The conduit and the charge,

So it is me in this storm,

that fuels the fire.

that feeds…

the flame,

Once desire, lust and spark.

Now, just emptiness in the dark.

It is time to take hope from your equation

and place it upon a new horizon.

I’m too sane to be the eye of your hurricane,

too wise to deny my own truth.

It’s time. It’s time.

Written by Christine Wichman c. November 6, 2022

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