AeolusA Poem by The Golden Pen
A poem about wind and the effects of the wind.
I am Zephyr, that tousles your hair;
I am Thuelli, strong, vibrant and wild
That travels ferociously through the air;
All quake at my presence; my soul riled.
I am Aura, cool summer’s Eve breeze
That make all the wind chimes rattle with glee;
I’m Boreas, North-eastern prince, toppling trees;
I bring Arctic weather with fierce velocity.
I am Notus that through the Scottish moors,
Rages with fearsome fury gone awry
Ravaging through hills and rattling doors.
I'm Poseidon, King of the Tsunami.
I'm Aeolus, I fly undetectable.
One breath from my lungs gives life to them all.
© 2012 The Golden Pen
Added on May 19, 2012
Last Updated on May 19, 2012
The Golden Pen
Oxford, Oxfordshire, United Kingdom
AboutMy name is Mary Aris, A.K.A. The Golden Pen. I have published three poetry books, three children's fictions, one Gothic Novel and an Autobiography through Lulu.com. more..