Deluge

A fortuitous conjunction of prompts – Rain from the Grenada camp for wayward poets and a serious attempt to make us use metaphor and imagery at the Poets’ pub led to a confrontation between me and my bête noir, giving rise to this effusion.

 

Deluge

Someone up there turned on the tap
and pulled out the plug,
to unleash Niagara on an unsuspecting world.
The ants scurried hither and yon
in search of shelter
under the coverlet of a leafy haven
and dryads danced with naiads
in an ecstasy of nature.

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20 Responses to Deluge

  1. A lovely whimsical poem, Viv!

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  2. Yup, that was last Saturday 🙂

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  3. rmp says:

    Quite a magical ending to a piece that started with a tone of annoyance. There is definitely some wonderful imagery in this piece.

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  4. MarinaSofia says:

    Hmmm, have had a bit too many of those storms here lately – am waiting for some heat and sun for a change…

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  5. thehutts says:

    The approaching tropical storms in the Turks and Caicos Islands used to bring all the ants out of the woodwork for some reason. We need rain here. I have had to water the garden again this morning and the water butt is getting very low. We don’t water at night as it brings the slugs out so I have to get moving early before the sun comes up. Even the pond is nearly dry. Sally

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  6. Sumana Roy says:

    unsuspecting enhances the ecstasy….enjoy…love this touch to mythology…

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  7. Glenn Buttkus says:

    I was totally hooked by those lusty dryads bumping butt with those nasty naiads. We had a two week heat wave in the NW, up in the hazy 90’s, so our last 2 days of Niagara mist, & roaring rains made me & my tomato plants ecstatic.

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  8. This poem rings pure ecstasy and wondrous.

    oh! how I always enjoy reading your work. Beautiful!

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  9. hypercryptical says:

    Lovely stuff. And rain is oft pure ecstasy…though sometimes not.
    Anna :o]

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  10. Gabriella says:

    I just loved how striking the beginning of your poem is! I hope you were not under that rain.

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  11. Kathy says:

    me too; but you wouldn’t want the grandfather slugs and their families that came with the rain we have I don’t think 😉

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  12. Mary says:

    Excellent metaphoric writing, Viv. So vivid to think of ‘the Niagara unleashed on an unsuspecting world.’

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  13. alan1704 says:

    in an ecstasy of nature.- that is an awesome last line really makes the poem come to living conclusion.

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  14. claudia says:

    very cool viv – when i biked home from work today it started raining and i got soaking wet – i should have found some dryads to dance with – ha – love me a good summer rain…

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