# Maelstrom

Author: Mister Moira
Tags: Maelstrom, Poetry, Triumph, storm

#5 of Poetry

A Shakespearian sonnet about a subject that eludes even me. This is one of the poems that wrote itself (more so than usual), and it remains one of the most powerful poems I've written, I think.

Maelstrom

Listening close, I count the stalking steps;

The echoes seem to shake the shore beneath.

I tense as thunder bathes me in its breath,

Gripping grass as the wind pulls it from me.

Crying mutely, I stare up at the sky,

Its flank heaving as it swirls around me.

Though I shake, I do not flinch from the bite

Of the rain opening and sinking deep.

Blinking weakly, I follow the bright claws

Of lightning swiping at horizon's face.

The earth extends its hand as if to halt.

But I remain until the storm abates--

Then I stood up, hiding the limp and sway,

Put on a smile, and staggered away.

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