The recent windy weather has awakened memories of childhood. Looking out of my window at the raging gale tossing the trees and pulling at the hedge, I am transported to my old room. I am a girl, hiding under the bed covers, terrified of the wind’s mournful cries. Fueled by bible stories at school, and my own interest in Greek and Norse mythology, I was convinced some incensed God was metering out punishment for a sin committed. Although a fairly well-behaved child, I often felt guilty; any mischief or misdemeanour would burden my mind for days. I still have a tendency to overthink things.
Today the wind howls
from the heavens,
thumping roofs,
bending branches groundward,
sending clouds scuttling
across an insipid sky.
And I am lying in bed;
a child again,
fearful, enshrouded in nylon
sheets prickling static.
Ears strained for parental voices; a
muffled reassurance below.
Am I alone listening to the
wail and roar? Blustering
divine judgement crashes
around me. A
monstrous anger gathers
as I await retribution.
What sends you back to your childhood?
A very vivid depiction of the power of the wind and childhood fears.
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Thank you – the wind still has the ability to frighten me with its power. 🙂
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To much sends me back. Though the wind always talks to my heart. Especially when it blows strong and hard. I liked your poem!
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Thank you. Those moments of suddenly
finding yourself back in the past can be very powerful.
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