Raged a Wind

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In a time of gone forgotten


Black the dark before the first dawn           

Black the delirium and the fury


Raged a wind so cold and cruel


Beneath the torment in the heavens

Beneath the everlasting storm


Came there flame and billowing sulphurs

Came there stench and vile chaos


In a time of gone forgotten


Wherein putrid ground did tremble

Wherein the roaring seas did boil


Raged a wind so cold and cruel


Above the moan of death in making

Above the sightless nowhere seen


Into the yawning bleeding squalor

Into the clawing malodorous birth


In a time of gone forgotten

Raged a wind so cold and cruel









Painting By Gus Jonsson

◄ Wave Over Wave (To the memory of a very good friend of mine that I never met)

Bucket and Spade (Childhood) ►


Janet Ramsden

Thu 27th Jan 2011 11:17

Brrrr.... my, it's cold in there :-)

Reminds me of a scene from Paradise Lost in moments where the devil wins.x

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Wed 26th Jan 2011 17:01

Very atmospheric Gus. It all feels very hellish and does make you question just what went before as much as what comes after.

The poem doesn't offer a lot of hope about the now though either. 'yawning bleeding squalor'
'clawing malodorous birth'. I don't see you writing leaflets for mothercare any time soon...

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Laura Taylor

Wed 26th Jan 2011 16:11

Liked this a lot...agree with Paul re start of an epic. I could almost hear that wind raging.

stella jones

Tue 25th Jan 2011 19:38

Oh nice Gus..great repetition that makes the flow just right..loved the word use too..good work

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Tue 25th Jan 2011 19:33

Fabulous and mighty!
The painting depicts the feelings perfectly too - did you paint that in a fit of rage? ; )


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John Coopey

Tue 25th Jan 2011 18:36

Tremenjus Gus.
Atmospheric, sinister, reinforced by the rhythm and repetition.
You should look at Augusta Darling's stuff. I think you'd get a taste for it.

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Paul F Blackburn

Tue 25th Jan 2011 18:11

great stuff Gus. Seems to me like the opening verse of an epic. A Hiawatha for the twenty-tens.

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