AWOL Week #12 Responses
This week’s theme was ‘Storm Warning’ – writing based on the poem by Roisin Kelly.
People could tackle this any way they wished – use ‘Storm Warning’ as a title, or write some other form of warning, or a piece about portents and omens.
take a break and rest by Lotty
take a break and rest
Tell me, do you want me to walk away from you?
If so, this is what i will do; but you have left me in limbo, so I have decided to let every thought or feeling of you go, even though it will hurt me.
So believe it when I say it’s for the best because the mindset I am in when it comes to relationships is a total fucking mess, therefore it is time that I take a break and rest.
It seems we have nothing left to say, so I guess we have reached a parting of the ways. I know you will more than ok without me in your space. This way you can find your happy place without having to deal with my old face.
So believe it when I say it’s for the best, because the mindset I am in when it comes to relationships is a total fucking mess, therefore it is time that i take a break and rest.
Lotty, 6th of June 2020
The storm warning that was ignored by Jodie Glass
ASTORMING by Kathy Low
You know me of old.
I have spoken before.
The wolf is mine.
Beware. I am near.
You build your shelter by the river.
I warn you: Not!
The waterfall is mine alone.
Carry not the water from this source.
I warned you of wolf.
She is mine,
the lamb slaughter was not her’s.
My wolf you slayed….
I have her bone of shoulder….
and the message of the long fierce fire…
I feed on malice while you gather berries.
You have forgotten me
though midday darkness did creep your skin
and still not know but deep within
I have dominion over you
and vengeance drives the wolf and me.
The coming storm is mine to summon.
Devastation my satisfaction.
I am Taghairm
Tempest by Peter Marshall
Be brave and bold my beautiful,
take heart and hold my offered hand.
Wrap warm to cold of night withstand,
find freedom’s fold is fruitful.
When slight tremors of emotion
throw bright thoughts into commotion,
it’s right to savour this notion:
taste height of love’s strong potion.
Be kind, keep-safe my mortal key,
find it will free pent up feeling.
Warm wind of wild wishes whirling,
bind your being to my bounty to be free.
2020 06 07 Peter Marshall