The Wind Demon
It’s back.
Tearing at the outside of my window.
I am almost afraid to peel away the curtain,
Expecting a black sky vandalised in red
And orange leaves.
On my way home I felt it,
First gentle, pushing,
Suddenly dangerous it tried to pull me off the kerb,
Bike wheels reeling hair flapping across face
Laces trapped in spokes-
But I made it home,
In the warm; mug and dressing gown,
I listen to the howls outside.
Sonya Hallett 09-X-05
Tearing at the outside of my window.
I am almost afraid to peel away the curtain,
Expecting a black sky vandalised in red
And orange leaves.
On my way home I felt it,
First gentle, pushing,
Suddenly dangerous it tried to pull me off the kerb,
Bike wheels reeling hair flapping across face
Laces trapped in spokes-
But I made it home,
In the warm; mug and dressing gown,
I listen to the howls outside.
Sonya Hallett 09-X-05