The Bride of Storm

The Bride of Storm

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The storm was raging within, he thought,
Not out in the trees and fields,
It must have strayed in his mouth, and caught
His throat, for the breath it yields,
He sat himself on a wayward bench
Composed his thunderous sighs,
And caught a glimpse of a passing wench
With slumbering, lustrous eyes.

She had auburn hair, and a face so fair
She had dimples set in her cheeks,
She walked the snow in an afterglow
Of the first snowfall for weeks.
He’d sat so long and the storm was strong
As he waited the snow to melt,
She kicked the flurries of snow along
In the inward storm he felt.

Her eyes were a vivid lightning flash
That lit up his restless mind,
Her footsteps, more of a thunder crash
At his heart, but more unkind,
Her smile revealed her perfect teeth
Like a line of pure white stones,
Or headstones, laid in a cemetery
Like some bleached and ageing bones.

Her auburn hair was a-twist out there
All twirled like a plaited bun,
It seemed to fly in his storm-wracked sky
Blotting the morning sun,
Then as she passed, she looked in his eyes
And she saw the hail and sleet,
And caught her breath like a glimpse of death
Or the end of life, complete.

He stood, and held out his hand to her
And she halted in her stride,
Opened her mouth, and thunder clapped
And he felt it crash inside,
‘Nothing you say will draw me in
It would only do me harm,
If I should wed, it wouldn’t be
To you, as the Bride of Storm.’

David Lewis Paget

© 2016 David Lewis Paget


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i find myself in an emotional state reading your works of late. Thank you for your excellent work which is diverse and varied. You are surely the Master of the pen. Your gift is incomparable !! Barbz

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i love i t !!!!
this is so amazing .....
you are really talented

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I found it sad, but definitely nice story and I found that each line prepared for the next one til the end. Good poem!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Again another fascinating tale the captivated me from the very first line. It's so sad but makes for a great story. Yet again great job Mr.Paget.

Posted 8 Years Ago


And voila.... words unveil another "world" with other "characters" and other such things, "complete."
You produce Quality, my friend. Vivid.

Awesome, as always, to follow.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on April 18, 2016
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Tags: wench, snowfall, headstones, plaited

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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