Drunk on unruly surge of words
my poem tussles to emerge from flood
as rivers burst their banks in rage
Driving rain before snell wind
penetrates the stoutest garments,
awakens aches with irritation
sours tempers, darkens mood.
Harsh taskmaster branches bends,
whips unshielded skin to redness
tangles hair and un-grazed grasses
lashes sea-foam into fury.
Machine gun paradiddle ─
steel rain intensifies.
Thick stone walls stand firm
to counter beating bluster.
*snell: biting cold