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Saturday’s Mix–26 August 2017

Welcome back to Saturday’s Mix.  We are going to focus on storms today.  While I have lots of memories of trying to get chores done in winter’s blizzards, we are in the midst of hurricane season.  Currently, Texas is bracing for a hurricane.


William Cullen Bryant wrote The Hurricane .

Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!

And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,
Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;
Silent and slow, and terribly strong,
The mighty shadow is borne along,
Like the dark eternity to come;
While the world below, dismayed and dumb,
Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere
Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear.

They darken fast; and the golden blaze
Of the sun is quenched in the lurid haze,
And he sends through the shade a funeral ray–
A glare that is neither night nor day,
A beam that touches, with hues of death,
The clouds above and the earth beneath.
To its covert glides the silent bird,
While the hurricane’s distant voice is heard,
Uplifted among the mountains round,
And the forests hear and answer the sound.

He is come! he is come! do ye not behold
His ample robes on the wind unrolled?
Giant of air! we bid thee hail!–
How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;
How his huge and writhing arms are bent,
To clasp the zone of the firmament,
And fold at length, in their dark embrace,
From mountain to mountain the visible space.

Darker–still darker! the whirlwinds bear
The dust of the plains to the middle air:
And hark to the crashing, long and loud,
Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud!
You may trace its path by the flashes that start
From the rapid wheels where’er they dart,
As the fire-bolts leap to the world below,
And flood the skies with a lurid glow.

What roar is that?–’tis the rain that breaks
In torrents away from the airy lakes,
Heavily poured on the shuddering ground,
And shedding a nameless horror round.
Ah! well known woods, and mountains, and skies,
With the very clouds!–ye are lost to my eyes.
I seek ye vainly, and see in your place
The shadowy tempest that sweeps through space,
A whirling ocean that fills the wall
Of the crystal heaven, and buries all.
And I, cut off from the world, remain
Alone with the terrible hurricane.


Don’t think your storm has to be literal.  Often we think about the storm clouds on the horizon when we know we are going to enter into a conflict with someone.  Your writing could be a metaphor for a larger conflict in your personal life or in society.

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12 comments on “Saturday’s Mix–26 August 2017

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  5. pensitivity101
    August 26, 2017

    Memories of a thunder storm years ago.


  6. flashpoetguy
    August 26, 2017


    Hot-wiring the horizon,
    Lightning accelerates skittish clouds
    In a breakneck, thundering frenzy
    While twin suns on tangerine fire
    Crackle in our eyes.

    Holding hands on the sofa, we watch
    The late-afternoon sky show
    Through our backyard window,
    Electro-etching one more
    Memory in the making.

    When I look back at you again,
    You are still there.


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  8. Jael Sook
    August 27, 2017

    Wonderful prompt…should be easy. Praying for Texas this week.


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