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Summer Storm

Summer Storm

At seventy miles an hour

They sped down the highway

Wind whipping back desultory talk.

Green slid by – trees and farms and meadows,

With odd punctuation of a one-light town.

He fixed the centre line.

She sighed, and stared across the fields

To count dilapidated barns.

Smoky blue chicory veiled the ditches

Fed by tongues of fire lily stalks.

Dark-eyed daisies preened their sightless faces

Challenging the torpid sun to burn

Golden as they.

‘Are you listening to me?’

The fields blurred.

She turned to him.

He drove intensely,

With jittery fingers and a wary smile.

‘Yes, of course.’

She drew herself back into the confines of the car

And focussed only on him.

In the blackness of the pre-dawn

The wind gusted violently.

The old house shuddered up its joints

From the cellar,


Lightening sliced the roiling sky;

Thunder exploded,

Wrenching at the windows.

Through blank panes stiletto shadows

From the thrashing trees

Bounded down the bleak corridors

Like goblins seeking sin.


She edged away from his satiety

And shrank into the tangled sheets,

Afraid of the noise

And perhaps the wrath of God.

In the morning birdsong fluted the air

Heady with the breath of wild herbs.

As she lingered down the sodden path

Lilies in the tall grass reached for her eagerly.

She sighed, and caressed a silken petal.

But he was revving the engine;

She hurried, tangling her feet in wiry roots.

The brown-eyed daisies never saw a thing.

Cynthia Buell Thomas

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Rachel McGladdery

Tue 2nd Feb 2010 20:56

I wasconvinced I had commented on this already...I must be going mad! I loved it.Even though the human drama was gripping the images that have stayed in my head are the amazing flower images, the chicory flowers, the fire lilies and the daisies not seeing a thing. Really lovely.Delicate!

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Wed 27th Jan 2010 00:21

Have read this several times and I have to agree with Isobel
in that I feel it is about an illicit affair...

'She edged away from his satiety
And shrank into the tangled sheets,
Afraid of the noise
And perhaps the wrath of God.'

Lots of feeling and interesting imagery in this!

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Tue 26th Jan 2010 18:32

This does take several reads Cynthia - am still not sure that I have read it enough to comment. I love the contrasts in this. I am presuming this is an illicit relationship - if it can be called a relationship. She is very much the observer, connecting with her environment, emotions and nature. He is in the driving seat, disconnected - driven by the physical end 'he fixed the centre line'....
Sounds like a familiar story LOL
I like the way you use nature to reinforce her guilt and perhaps sense of self depreciation/deprecation.
I find the repeated image of daisies interesting. In the first instance the daisies are blind and rebellious, challenging the sun. In the second they are burnt and remain sightless. Are you comparing the woman to the daisies? I thought it was a sad poem.

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Tue 26th Jan 2010 17:10

I found this to be a tense and edgy road trip, not a little dark too....... 'Goblins seeking sin' and Satiety all hint at darker things.
TC X ;-)

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jane wilcock

Tue 26th Jan 2010 13:47

I have really enjoyed this. i admit I prefer the more descriptive poems and this does it for me. the car journey is great

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Steve Regan

Tue 26th Jan 2010 13:24

Not sure I totally udnerstood this edgy, descriptive offering Cynth, but it sure gave an exciting ride.
Absolutely LOVED this bit...

"Through blank panes stiletto shadows

From the thrashing trees

Bounded down the bleak corridors

Like goblins seeking sin."

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 26th Jan 2010 09:05

Great poem Cynthia, uneasy, tense and very easy to see it all in your minds eye. Love the goblins bounding down the corridor seeking sin! There must be a shady tale somewhere behind this.

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Andy N

Tue 26th Jan 2010 08:10

I can see the scenes 1,2,3 and 4 myself, Cynthia.. I do like a good story within a poem, and I enjoyed this in particular the lovely last line.. Nice one

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Mon 25th Jan 2010 22:50

Good evening Cynthia."with odd punctuation of a one-light town" beautiful line from a stunning poem!So very much enjoyed.Poetry in motion,one could regards-Stefan

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 25th Jan 2010 12:51

In the development of characters, mood and story, it could be read as Scenes 1,2,3 and 4.
That was a good observation, Graham.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 25th Jan 2010 12:45

I need to read this a little more before commenting. There are some lovely words here, but I am finding it difficult to separate what looks like two pieces of work that have been spliced together. Was it your intention?

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