The Sacrifice and the Cloud

The Sacrifice and the Cloud

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The cloud hung over the mountainside

Like a black and evil pall,

It took the sun from the valley, and

It held the folk in thrall,

The crops lay dormant in the fields

For they wouldn’t ripen now,

The farmers down in the valley cried,

‘It has to go, but how?’

 

They’d watched the cloud as it gathered

Bringing a dark and fierce storm,

With hail that battered the tender shoots

And flattened the barleycorn,

They shook their fists at the darkening sky

At this untoward attack,

But the cloud had threatened them, by and by

When the lightning answered back.

 

Then thunder rolled down the mountainside

And it shook their rustic homes,

It rattled the beams and the rafters, and

Was felt in their feeble bones,

They thought the wind would blow it away

But the air up there was calm,

And still it hovered there, day by day

To blanket each valley farm.

 

The tiny Kirk was amass with men

Who’d never been there before,

In hopes that a sudden show of faith

Would bring their god to the fore,

But the cloud still leered from the mountaintop

For weeks, and it hung there low,

‘Perhaps the answer is not with God,

But the gods of long ago!’

 

The older men in the village thought

The answer might lie with Baal,

And some had prayed to the thunder god

But the answer they got was hail,

‘There must be something the elders knew

To bring such things to a stop.’

‘That cloud up there is the Wandering Jew

Who never may reap a crop.’

 

They racked their brains for the thing to do

And one of them wasn’t nice,

‘What we need is a virgin girl

To send up a sacrifice.’

So they seized a maid called Annabelle,

Whose parents were dead and gone,

And dragged her up to the mountaintop

In hopes it would move along.

 

But they weren’t too sure just what to do,

Should they play a chord with a lyre,

Should they sound a note, then cut her throat

And throw her corpse on a fire?

She screamed at the top of her voice, just once

And the sun came shining through,

‘I’ve not been a virgin now, six months,

But I wouldn’t be telling you!’

 

David Lewis Paget


© 2014 David Lewis Paget



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I thought of all the farmers, and fears their hands were clutching, while waiting for disaster, of crops the hail was crushing. Of course, the wrath of god, would surely shake their dwell, and to the men who'd Use her, she smiled Go To Hell!! Scary, Funny , Master!! Barbz

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The older men in the village thought
The answer might lie with Baal,
And some had prayed to the thunder god
But the answer they got was hail,
‘There must be something the elders knew
To bring such things to a stop.’
‘That cloud up there is the Wandering Jew
Who never may reap a crop.’
OH I BECAME YOUR FAN WITH THESE LINES, I AM SO AMAZED TO READ THIS.


Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm going to start reading your writing a couple day's apart
to fully digest your fruits, for yours is truly an art!!

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truly a wonderful poem, my words sometimes tend to fall off yet you keep amazing form. Thank you Tate for sending me to such a masterful write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


A captivating, well penned poem with brilliant use of imagery, thanks for sharing your woderful imagination and insight with us!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For all poets who strive to deliver excellent rhyme & rhythm, study this poem!! I can do the syllable counting method, to achieve balance, line by line . . . but here's how it's really done . . . the "ta-da da-da, ta-da da-da method (which I've never been able to master!) I bow down to your structural expertise, but not only that, you also delivered an image-packed little story that makes sense, flows well, & even delivers a fun twist at the end, despite a long haul of bleak sentiments preceding. This is some awesome poetry, my friend!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliant! An incredible tail, hats off to you.

Cheers!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fascinating story, but, why? When all else failed was the intention of a sacrifice to the god of the cloud enough to win the day? If so the old gods have certainly changed. Time enough for them to have changed, I suppose. Or, was our heroine perhaps a Sun worshiper rescued by her god?

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mother Nature can be spiteful but some beliefs people hold close can make them do awful things for fear of gods wrath. Love this write glad I came across this write.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was an enjoyable read

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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