Searching for Tempest – The Mountains – Glint PoetryOctober 7, 2013
Here is a poem inspired by the second part of my fantasy novel I am writing, called ‘Glint’.
My background is as a poet, which in my opinion is more a ‘felt than thought’ art, so when I am writing prose sometimes I am stuck on the feeling and I can’t think of how to express it on the page in narrative form. It is useful for me to spill the images and feelings onto the page in poetry form. Interpreting the feeling inside into language outside with words.
This is a little example of that and one of a few others I have in my poetry collection here called, ‘Glint’.
Searching for Tempest
Winter snaps in every season here.
A rock washes its brow with rain that
carves through the mountain at any chance
making rivers from streams from drops.
A herd of horses mistrusts, running circles.
Their leader bucks, nodding to the wind.
The sky turns to bright crackling cracks.
Laying hands of light upon the ground.
Tempest! Make my stillness electric!
I search for nothing but this found motion.
Tempest! Wash everything to chaos begun!