Susan Rebecca Wetmore

Silver Star - 3,425 Points (May 15,1954 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Thunderstorm - Poem by Susan Rebecca Wetmore

Out, my lightning! Hush, my thunder! Doze!
Clocks are stopped. Tick-tock, the windowpane.
Hush, my wind, my hail, my patter toes!

Petals dot the pane, a spattered rose.
Puddles flood the road, a pounding rain.
Out, my lightning! Hush, my thunder! Doze!

Rumbling, roaring, dark the garden grows.
Flashing, thrashing, flat the garden's lain.
Hush, my wind, my hail, my patter toes!

Rain thumps on the roof. The maple blows.
Blow northeast, blow east, my weathervane.
Out, my lightning! Hush, my thunder! Doze!
Hush, my wind, my hail, my patter toes!

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Form: Villanelle


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 11, 2015


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