Irene

Irene

A Poem by Allen Smuckler
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"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned from "The Mourning Bride" written in 1697 by William Congreve (Not Bill Shakespeare)

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The thumping and darkness in the bowels of Irene

sit lugubriously on the edge of serenity

the pounding and the tears through all these years

languishing in turpitude and solace from her knowledge

unceremoniously, recklessly and without feeling

while listening to her tongue lashing and

harshness of her venomous and thoughtless words

cracking like a whip, “do you think I’m an idiot”

Not once but twice while searching through black clouds

of disappointment and destitution … no rhyme…no reason.

 

All due to confusing north from south and east from west

reality from fantasy as we all feel the sound of her thunder

Irene crashes on and above the banks of New Haven,

Guilford, Fairfield and the Housatonic

lapping and licking at the shores while throwing

her magnificent weight in her favor, and the swells explode

the question, “how can she possibly know the children”

Even though downgraded and ebbing

the uneven strength and fortitude asks the question

and all my determination fades in the wind.

 

Trees weakened as we begin to dig out and explore

power lines and internet down, hampering communication

flooded streets and nervous bridges impeached

yet Irene serves notice with an ace of her own

dressed in her sheer-like vest and turquoise ring

her hazel eye filled with scorn and distain

while brightness and candor follow her path

with her feline temperament scratched and clawed

the tears begin to taper amidst her howling breath.

Irene begins to move northward stoically away from me.

 

I’m not a victim so I pick what remains of my heart

and begin to reattach my churning stomach

with the threads of her words of disbelief

bringing the force she was most capable of exerting

as the storm continues her long, unforgiven journey

hatred and disdain replaced by disinterest and apathy

as the breath disappears, the light becomes brighter

and Hurricane Irene decides to leave Connecticut

impact in place, on the broken bows of the sturdy trees

perhaps she was right, after all was said and done.

 

 

 




© 2011 Allen Smuckler



Author's Note

Allen Smuckler
Hurricane Irene
August 28, 2011
photo: Wilbur's Point, Fairhaven, Mass.

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Sounds like a woman on PMS. Just kidding - well sorta ;). Absolutely stunning Allen, well written, I love your imagery, you can really feel the power of Irene and her destruction. I couldn't help think of Kali.... Might be night to write something about her in relation to Irene.. Combine real world and spiritual world maybe?

Posted 6 Years Ago


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I love the strength and disdain of Irene...you captured the fiery and destructive attitude well. I felt I was reading a story of a woman instead of a hurricane. Amazing the thundering and ripping power. You exposed the storm to a new level...

Posted 6 Years Ago


As always love...you have conveyed the utter emotional depths of such a topic! This is unsettling and heartfelt...really hard hitting
xx

Posted 6 Years Ago


Realistic Write ! Felt the dreadfulness

Posted 6 Years Ago


Thrilling, that's all I can say about it, really touching

Posted 6 Years Ago


You bring Irene to a fierce life.. the pain and tragedy left behind.. filled with a depth of emotion and humanity.. Made me think of how water is so vital for life, yet even something so good can become the worst enemy in its fury.. A powerful glimpse of this horrid storm and the precious ones who found themselves in the path of its unforgiving journey.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

effective descriptive and makes an impact

Posted 6 Years Ago


It was a powerful storm Irene. I have been in a few big storms in my life being station in California and Georgia. I like your description of the storms. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


Your words painted the story of Irene, this monstrous storm. Such wonderful imagery. A outstanding write Allen. Absolutely magnificent!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Sounds like a woman on PMS. Just kidding - well sorta ;). Absolutely stunning Allen, well written, I love your imagery, you can really feel the power of Irene and her destruction. I couldn't help think of Kali.... Might be night to write something about her in relation to Irene.. Combine real world and spiritual world maybe?

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I actually read this one on my phone at lunch yesterday and it was killing me that I could not comment on how wonderfully written it is. Terrific work Allen.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Allen Smuckler

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I'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..

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