This is the last installment in the "Iron Malestrom" Series. Sorry for the delay
The storm has passed, the island’s still once more,
But it has changed, it’s different than before:
Had not the storm warmed up the icy isle
And turned its stillness on its head, to sweet
Swift motion? Had it not stopped the repeat
Of the dull cycle of small, still sand piles?
Had not the storm done all of this and more?
And had it not, if only for awhile,
Brought brief distraction to the tiny isle,
And made it different than it was before?
Had not the storm provided for the plants
The nourishment that they would need to grow?
And did it not begin new ones to sow
That would the island strengthen and enchant?
I don't think a better poetic end to the series and end to its metaphor could written. Good piece and excellent metaphor.
ReplyDeleteWait, was any of this actually about a storm and an island?
ReplyDeleteDude. The rhetorical questions kind of confused me, as I was used to the sheer luscious imagery statements. They make do though.
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